The length of time spent in exam preparation is inversely related to the amount of time needed to complete the exam.
Put another way: Students who don’t study punish me by sitting in the examination room until the very last second in a passive-aggressive move to instill as much pain as possible on me for their lack of work ethic earlier.
Not a recommened technique, nevertheless, effective. While making homemade creamed spinach, I couldn’t get the bag open, so I thought it would be an entertaining way to open the bag by dramatically (i.e., in an over-the-top theatrical way) hack at the bag with a gigantic ham knife.
I missed.
I hacked at my thumb instead.
[pause for appropriate heckling and mockery]
I finally got my thumb to stop bleeding by applying a frozen spinach leaf to it. Note to self: when facing life-threatening bleeding, a frozen chunk of produce could work in the absence of a tourniquet.
Maybe not, but the pictures are worthy of mockery.
*For the record, and in an attempt to garner sympathy, the wound is very deep and very painful, and bled for a really really long time and no one in my vicinity offered any kind or soothing words. The meanies called my parents so I could get long distance mockery.
[update] Sorry folks–wrote in a hurry and didn’t realize you can’t really see the headlines — turns out Obama’s win is listed at the bottom of the paper, below the fold where no one would see it as it lays in a stack.
I have all but given up on reading the newspaper…any newspaper. Of course, every once in a while I will pick up the local paper, especially if my favorite boyfriend has written a good piece (you ‘ve heard me rave about sportswriting being the best). Anyway, I happened to be reading the Drudge Report, and followed this link because I wondered what kind of crazy paper in Georgia has made the headlines in Drudge.
Yep. You guessed it. That’s my hometown right there, and that’s our paper, the Rockdale Citizen. Beautiful. Dare I defend them and say that local politics trumps national politics? I think I will. The local races are important to us. They really are. And somebody said somewhere that real politics are the local politics. So I said it. I even believe it. But still, daaaaammmmnnnn. I didn’t vote for Obama, but I can surely appreciate the historic nature of the election. Bahaha.
Assignment: The Annual Physics Pumpkin Drop
Purpose: To test the effects of acceleration and other physics stuff that I don’t understand.
Outcome: See for yoursef. You don’t have to be Albert Einstein or Isaac Newton to know what happens when Jonathan gets to play with water balloons and jello molds.
The one where the guys beat up on the printer? Yeah. That was me today. My Vista atrocity decided to reboot in the middle of recording the Secrets of Harry Potter with Father Roderick and the guys. Brilliant. Let me just say I can’t wait to hear how they handled it because I went dead in the middle of my segment. Poor guys. Or not. It might be some good comic relief.
At least I can depend on this:
What’s this?
That’s a bit of a problem when you’re asked to work with them.
After having the taser denied, I requested a bazooka to launch water balloons, but the youth minister laughed and thought I was kidding. I caught 5 kids walking away from the “main event” tonight. Most likely they weren’t going to do anything evil and immoral. Probably, they were more interested in whatever self-absorbing teenaged-angst-driven foolishness they had going on than whatever the adults had planned for them.
Nevertheless, they weren’t getting past me tonight. Because I enjoy being a psychotic old bat.
Sacurritee! ! !
After being the butt of the joke whenever my kids caught me text messaging one sad and difficult letter at a time, I took the plunge and attempted the “Word setting” on my phone. I have to admit that it improved my timing significantly. I am now up to the blinding speed of one sad and difficult word at a time.
Hey, I’m working my way out of the twentieth century, one painful text message at a time.
Unfortunately, the magic of word recognition is not always as magical as one hopes. i responded to a message from Vicky, only to get a reply message asking me if I had read what I sent.
Oops. see if you can figure this out. I started off ok, and it went south in a hurry:
Spaghetti meatackl do i rate what time
Yeah ok. TTFN.
another cup of coffee 