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talkstowolves) wrote2008-01-17 11:40 am
talkstowolves) wrote2008-01-17 11:40 am
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I used to be livid; now I'm just tired.
My students have all been poopy-mouths this morning, which has been most irritating in an amusing fashion. They insisted that cursing is too much a part of their language for them to ever turn it off. I told them that was poppycock. If I can turn it off for school-- let me just say here that my first word was "shit" and I have difficulty going any length of time in everyday conversation without some casual profanity-- then they surely can as well. They comforted themselves by saying they'd only have to watch their language this year (the seniors), because college professors don't care. I tried to explain something about polite society and having the courtesy not to use profanity recklessly around people who don't, but they didn't care about that. ::shakes her head::
Many of the kids around here have been sick for the past couple of weeks: crap-in-the-lungs sick, with lots of chunky wet coughs. I have been bravely sticking to the belief that it just wasn't going to get me. So I am bravely trying to ignore the fact that today my lungs feel heavier and I've started coughing (just a tiny bit, really, and it's dry so far!). However, I am also intelligent, so I will be climbing back into bed when I get home for a nap and some warmth. And picking up some of the old UltraVitamin C.
I can feel what little energy I had just draining away as I wait for Southern Literature to begin. By the time my class starts, I may not have the strength to wrestle them into discussing Their Eyes Were Watching God. Maybe I'll have us do a read-and-discuss: read passages from the book aloud and just see where they take us. I love this novel ever so much, so that could be quite soothing.
Many of the kids around here have been sick for the past couple of weeks: crap-in-the-lungs sick, with lots of chunky wet coughs. I have been bravely sticking to the belief that it just wasn't going to get me. So I am bravely trying to ignore the fact that today my lungs feel heavier and I've started coughing (just a tiny bit, really, and it's dry so far!). However, I am also intelligent, so I will be climbing back into bed when I get home for a nap and some warmth. And picking up some of the old UltraVitamin C.
I can feel what little energy I had just draining away as I wait for Southern Literature to begin. By the time my class starts, I may not have the strength to wrestle them into discussing Their Eyes Were Watching God. Maybe I'll have us do a read-and-discuss: read passages from the book aloud and just see where they take us. I love this novel ever so much, so that could be quite soothing.