This is the best student evaluation I’ve ever received. I’m photocopying this and sending it out to schools instead of my CV.

This is the best student evaluation I’ve ever received. I’m photocopying this and sending it out to schools instead of my CV.

April 15th

My dad filed my taxes for me this year, as he has every year. At age 35, I think I’ve only filled in an IRS form once or twice.

I mean, I do the Déclaration des revenus for me and my husband, which involves actual amounts of money, since we live and work and earn our money here. But doing American taxes is one of those life skills I have so far wriggled out of having to learn.

Exam grading highlights

Top misspellings of the word ‘undermine’:

inyourmind

handrewmind

engemine

endorsement

Saturday various right-wing groups (lots of hard-right Catholics, anti-same-sex marriage holdouts who haven’t haven’t come to terms with the fact that the law passed a YEAR ago, and some neo-fascists, and maybe some just plain ol’ fascists) held a demonstration on the main square here, calling it their ‘day of anger’. They took up a lot of space, and the human chain of riot police even more, but didn’t even do anything cool, like interpretive dancing or BMX stunts or human pyramids. They just huddled in a group, yelling boring slogans, often drowned out by the Pirates of the Caribbean soundtrack they were blasting, to which I have to say, interesting choice! I didn’t stay very long, but after I left, fights broke out between anti-fascist protesters and the riot cops, which involved the anti-fascists throwing bottles and carafes snatched from café tables. None of this can be seen in the photo above, the only one the local newspaper ran, which leads me to my real point, which is the La Dépeche du Midi has a really crappy photographer.

Saturday various right-wing groups (lots of hard-right Catholics, anti-same-sex marriage holdouts who haven’t haven’t come to terms with the fact that the law passed a YEAR ago, and some neo-fascists, and maybe some just plain ol’ fascists) held a demonstration on the main square here, calling it their ‘day of anger’. They took up a lot of space, and the human chain of riot police even more, but didn’t even do anything cool, like interpretive dancing or BMX stunts or human pyramids. They just huddled in a group, yelling boring slogans, often drowned out by the Pirates of the Caribbean soundtrack they were blasting, to which I have to say, interesting choice! I didn’t stay very long, but after I left, fights broke out between anti-fascist protesters and the riot cops, which involved the anti-fascists throwing bottles and carafes snatched from café tables. None of this can be seen in the photo above, the only one the local newspaper ran, which leads me to my real point, which is the La Dépeche du Midi has a really crappy photographer.

Next week it will be crocodiles and quicksand

My trip to work this morning started with a fine coat of limestone chalk* making sure my shoes could get no traction on the tile floor of by building’s hallway.

Then I stepped outside into 60mph winds.

And when I arrived at work, the zamboni-style floor cleaner was cleaning the marble floor of my school’s entryway, reminding me that, hey, even if it’s 7:55 and you have class at 8:00, you should still slow down, take it easy, as you tiptoe gingerly along.

*I think that’s it. The ripped bag the construction workers had left said ‘chaux’.

kate-e-k:

Happy Opening Day.
Here is a picture of me circa 1981, when my love of the Astros was pure and uncomplicated and they were in the National League.

And Happy Opening Day 2014. Once an Astros fan, always an Astros fan, I guess. Once a pants-hater, always a pants-hater.

kate-e-k:

Happy Opening Day.

Here is a picture of me circa 1981, when my love of the Astros was pure and uncomplicated and they were in the National League.

And Happy Opening Day 2014. Once an Astros fan, always an Astros fan, I guess. Once a pants-hater, always a pants-hater.

Tags: GO STROS

Self-sabotage, part 3

I taught nine hours of class today, including six consecutive hours starting at 8:00 am. So this is how I started today (don’t look if you don’t want to see feet or grossness):

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Things I think about during Skype meetings

My laptop’s webcam is crap, but that’s not really a big problem. Other than Skype meetings, the only use I get out of it is checking to see how much Nutella I have on my face.

I think I set a record for consecutive hours spent in pajamas last weekend. I even painted my nails to match. The rain and pile of work I had to get through were probably the main motivators for this particular personal best. I’m teaching 33 hours this week, the sort of overwork that comes from being undercontracted, or whatever word describes not having much idea where I’ll work or how many hours I’ll get a few months from now. In slightly happier news, we saw some experimental student theater Friday night, which filled me with a combination of second-hand embarrassment and joy, and we finished watching Top of the Lake, which was neither embarrassing nor joyful, but really good.

I think I set a record for consecutive hours spent in pajamas last weekend. I even painted my nails to match. The rain and pile of work I had to get through were probably the main motivators for this particular personal best. I’m teaching 33 hours this week, the sort of overwork that comes from being undercontracted, or whatever word describes not having much idea where I’ll work or how many hours I’ll get a few months from now. In slightly happier news, we saw some experimental student theater Friday night, which filled me with a combination of second-hand embarrassment and joy, and we finished watching Top of the Lake, which was neither embarrassing nor joyful, but really good.

Things that didn’t happen to me personally but that I’ll talk about anyway

riseofthecommonwoodpile:

millions of people live in places where scorpions are just one of the pests you have to worry about and thats terrible. I’m so scared for those people. You’re living in hell

Shortly after my parents got married, they left Tennessee, where my mom grew up, and moved to Texas, my dad’s home state. They hadn’t been there long when my mom, alone in the house, found a scorpion. She panicked and called my dad. He calmed her down, told her to set the phone down, get a broom, smash the scorpion, and come back. “Ok, I killed it,” she said. Dad: “Well, now you have to run, because that was a baby and the mama scorpion is coming for you and she’s going to be MAD.” I think Mom is still a little pissed off about that.

I should also add that by the time I was born Austin’s scorpion problem seems to have been solved, since I have never once seen one in the wild.

(via lifesgrandparade)