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Monday, April 21, 2014

Another quickie

This will be fast, partly because I don't have much to report (another dud of a class) and partly because I have a date tonight and need to get the hell out of here. Let this be about class chemistry, and the need for a certain critical mass of alert and vocal intelligence in the room. Despite the presence of several bright students, we were missing some of the more vocally intelligent, so even the young woman who can add significantly to the class dynamic was unable to lift the discussion, as she was pretty much trying to do so alone.

And one lump finally got the message that he is not doing what he needs to do and asked if he could withdraw. It was all I could do not to say, "God, yes!!! I've been waiting for you to do this for months now...."

I cannot wait for this term to finish. The whole thing feels snake bit. But I am taking two more days off this week (for fun, dammit), and then there are simply three weeks to go--and surely I can survive that.

There's probably more I could talk about, but I'm so grouchy about the whole things that I'm not even going to try to find a silver lining or a happy thought with which to reframe the day. I could, but it would take more time than I want to devote to it.

I'm outta here.

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