Thanks Kristin. Yeah the downside of Cedars is that they are in the opposite direction from your place.
Also, S is pretty blue and upset. She's stable, not hooked up to anything, and otherwise fine, but because the doctors have not been by to tell us what's going on, we're in a holding pattern. S wants to go home, and the only thing stopping us is not knowing what's going on.
Sean, I'm a gazillion posts behind, but I can see some ~ma would probably be of use for you and S. I hope she gets to go home, soon. You, too, of course.
{{Sean & S}}
{{{{Susan & Family}}}}
"not a D student."
Well, I wouldn't know that, since I've only seen D-level work from you. Better work, better grade. See how that works?
And you know what? It doesn't work that way outside these ivied halls, babe. You work hard? You get pay cuts, layoffs, and heavier workloads, and you're glad to get it because hey, at least you still have a job. Now. Will there be anything else?
Sorry. Nobody EVar suggested I should teach.
Ease~ma wished to Ginger's tum. Release~ma to S, and all the possible best to Susan and family.
'ffista kids are the best. Want pictures of Liv in the stroller. A pic of Mal and his photo squeeze wouldn't be amiss, either. I think we're going to have to go with wav files for Em, Princess of Quite a Lot, because, well, just because.
Todd, sorry you (and Laura, and you, Raq!) have been busied away. As am I, often.
OMG, ridiculous levels of cuteness from wee Buffistasprogs and sprogs-associated-with-Buffistas!
is slain
Meanwhile, I just had chocolate berry cheesecake for breakfast. YUM!
Beverly, fwiw I think that my response would have been
EXACTLY
that to a student. (I think that 6 years old is by no means too soon to be told "Well, yes, but you see life ISN'T fair. Get used to it." So by the time they're at learning-from-Hil age, I think the patience would definitely have left the building. Which is perhaps why I'm not teaching that agerange...)
PBS is re-airing the Jeremy Brett
Holmes.
It must have aired the last time before I got my slash vision tuned in, because, my god, could this Holmes be more fey!
I don't think it does children any favors to let them think that life is fair.
My tum is still iffy, but I'm finally hungry. Now I have to figure out what's safe to eat.
"not a D student."
Well, I wouldn't know that, since I've only seen D-level work from you. Better work, better grade. See how that works?
And you know what? It doesn't work that way outside these ivied halls, babe. You work hard? You get pay cuts, layoffs, and heavier workloads, and you're glad to get it because hey, at least you still have a job. Now. Will there be anything else?
I love Beverly so so much.
I had a conversation with a college student yesterday that just about killed me because of his stubborn, self-righteous cluelessness. The topic of welfare and food stamps came up and he said that he hated the whole system and it should be gone. I agreed that it needed some restructuring, but that I still thought they were needed.
Him: I don't. I don't feel like I should have to take care of other people.
Me: I do. I feel it's a moral obligation to care for human beings in need.
Him: I don't expect others to care for me and I don't have to care for others.
Me: Okay. Well, I hope you're never in a position that you need welfare.
Him: I won't be. I will work. And earn my own money.
Me: Okay. I hope you're never in a position where that doesn't work out for you.
Him: I won't be. I'll always be able to take care of myself.
Me: Okay. I really hope that ends up true for you.
Honestly, he cannot conceive that sometimes, shit beyond our control happens and sometimes, we all need some help. Totally clueless.
In another discussion about something else, I said that his point was only valid because he was a privileged citizen coming from a privileged home (upper middle class, white, educated, parents still together, never lacked food/clothing/shelter/family). He had the gall to say he was only privileged compared to some. When I told him he was privileged compared to most, he disagreed with me.
Again, I repeat, totally clueless.
Boy, sorry about that. I didn't realize that needed to be spewed forth.