Today my hair was really greasy. I mean, so greasy my fingers could barely tolerate a run-through. I cringed when someone commented sweetly, "I like your hair, Miss Winterhalter." Eeewww.
Students gaped at me after I asked the question, "Does that make sense" in several different ways, over a period of at least three minutes. Gaped. Gawked. Glared.
"Are you serious?" I responded.
Yawn. Glare. Yawn.
"Let's start over, then," I said.
My biggest disappointment so far: a cheater. Not your general, write-the-answers-on-my-hand-and-sneak-a-look kind of cheating. The raw meat, plagiarism kind of cheating. A whole paper. Do I look that stupid? Do they not realize that if they buy an essay off of the internet, I can easily find that essay on the internet, too, with a simple Google search? What makes students so desperate that they feel they need to cheat so ignorantly? At least make an effort to be a little more covert, a little more subtle. Don't insult my intelligence.
Tomorrow, I need to borrow some things from you. Actually, not borrow--receive--because I'm not going to give them back. 1) Gym... it's time to tear up the treadmill. 2) Patience and grace for me and my students. 3) A real fantastic premier of the Office. Don't let me down.
Yours,
Am
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3 comments:
I heard that! I can pretty much guarantee the office premier will be excessively good. Can something be excessively good you say? I say, no...so this comment is legitimately nonsensical.
And the word verification I must type in order to confirm I am a human and not a robot is dubai...in case you were curious.
I certainly hope you thrashed the little sucker.
I love your writing style...very fun to read! Hope Tomorrow didn't let you down!
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