Dear Student:
About 80 percent of your work life will consist of doing things you think are stupid. Get used to it.
A warning for people who indulge their pets with squeaky toys: I just took apart the vacuum cleaner to discover why its sucking sucked. It was a squeaker, which was exactly the diameter of the hose.
I really do feel that you do not have the students well-being at heart, but are concerned with what other professors and higher ups will think of your class.
"Higher ups have nothing to do with it. I just get off on torturing you. It's good to be the king queen. Learning enough to sail through the final is the only way you could possibly thwart my evil plans. IJS."
OTOH? You could just say "That's a real interesting perspective you have on the concept of midterms and finals. The philosophy department is down the hall and to the left."
Then there's the ever-popular and succinct, "Wah."
Also, the completely silent playing of the world's smallest violin.
When I have a student like that, I love the fact that we have to grade on a curve. Basically, I get to tell them, "I understand you're working very hard, but everyone else is smarter than you are."
The DH and I met with a nanny this a.m. (we probably can't afford her, but she was wonderful, so we will have to torture ourselves for a few days over this) and then the dog and I took a walk, and now I'm wondering why no one has cleaned my house, yet.
I need a title for a new manuscript. (It's a thing. I can't start without a title, even if it ultimately changes.)
It's a baseball story-- I was thinking Long Gone.
"Can of Corn"!
::SNORT::
Right. I'd love trying to explain that one to non-cultists. *g*
I played around with any number of pitching references but discovered that they've been co-opted by a Dorch author who has terrible covers and even worse character names. (Brek Stryker-- and of course he's a pitcher. Kason Rhodes. Risk Kincaid. Jacy Grayson. And the team name is the Rogues. No shit.)
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