…so… Alex is in the kitchen with a towel over her head, trying to steam some of the mucus demons out of her lungs. I’m in here with the A/C, trying to ignore the lesser (but still irritating) mucus demons in my head. Brad is at his house, battling his own demons of phelgm and sickness.
Mr. Bikey came today. Yay. I was way too exhausted to ride it to Brad’s, which is probably OK because he sounded too exhausted to get the door if I had shown up. It’s still in the box. I dealt with several student problems today, including the following:
- I don’t really have to meet those prerequisites, do I?
- Instead of actually writing three of my own thoughts, I cut and pasted three of your PowerPoint slides for Assignment #1. With the fonts and graphics.
- Please give me a “Drop Pass” instead of a general withdrawal, because I don’t want to be in your class anymore.
Actually, not too annoying. Alex is a good voice of reason to keep me from being too harsh on the little youngsters. Twentysomethings… what can you do? They’re so cute at that age.
Speaking of punitiveness, my dissertation-mining expedition goes on, with the first article coming back from two faculty (one at UTPA, the other at Ohio State) giving me pointers. They both noticed that I have a teensy bit of bias in the article. I suppose I should cut the sentence that says, “In short, the American public appears to want criminals to suffer ever-increasing levels of punishment even when these measures might be illegal and unethical, and are likely to be ineffective at reducing crime.”
Alex is back. More Daria!
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