So, it's 11:55 pm and I'm bored. Not bored in the "Hey, its 11:55 pm, shouldn't I be going to bed?" kind of way, but in the "I still have stuff to do so I can't go to bed, but can't someone entertain me while I do it" kind of way.
I'm currently trying to figure out how to teach writing. I graded the exams of my students and, well, to say that there's a range is the understatement of the century. There's the kid who wrote an essay good enough to get him into grad school , and then there's the one who thinks that the Beatles and the Brady Bunch were both around in 1952 and wrote something like "The kids were all excited to see the Beatles 'cuz that showed that they were important." Yeah. Okay. Sure.
But, that's neither here nor there. Because the point is that I'm bored. I want to be doing something exciting, or daring or bizarre. Maybe Bridget Fonda (in Singles) was right and somewhere around 25 bizarre turns into immature.
So, someone, anyone, wake up and talk to me! Tell me a story. Do card tricks. Anything.
I think its that instant satisfaction thing again -- caused largely by email, I think. Right now I'm bored, so immediately, I need someone to entertain me. Never mind that the entire over-25 set is sleeping because, hey, its midnight now, and we all have to get up tomorrow. I need entertainment and you're the ones to give it to me!!!
I think it might be connected to something Jenn said about being an email addict. For some reason (maybe Jenn's internet connection?) this has been a slow week for emails coming in and I've been wondering why I'm the only one holding up the email addict banner. You guys still are in this with me, right?
Okay, that last sentence showed that I must be tired, even though I don't feel it. Either that or I'm insane, which I refuse to accept. So, since no emails are coming in, except for something from the College Student Retention listserv (and yes, that's exactly as thrilling as it sounds), I'm gonna suck it up and go to bed. Forget trying to come up with something brilliant to get my students to understand grammar and punctuation. Instead, I wil take a nap, wake up tomorrow and do it all over again.
I'm currently trying to figure out how to teach writing. I graded the exams of my students and, well, to say that there's a range is the understatement of the century. There's the kid who wrote an essay good enough to get him into grad school , and then there's the one who thinks that the Beatles and the Brady Bunch were both around in 1952 and wrote something like "The kids were all excited to see the Beatles 'cuz that showed that they were important." Yeah. Okay. Sure.
But, that's neither here nor there. Because the point is that I'm bored. I want to be doing something exciting, or daring or bizarre. Maybe Bridget Fonda (in Singles) was right and somewhere around 25 bizarre turns into immature.
So, someone, anyone, wake up and talk to me! Tell me a story. Do card tricks. Anything.
I think its that instant satisfaction thing again -- caused largely by email, I think. Right now I'm bored, so immediately, I need someone to entertain me. Never mind that the entire over-25 set is sleeping because, hey, its midnight now, and we all have to get up tomorrow. I need entertainment and you're the ones to give it to me!!!
I think it might be connected to something Jenn said about being an email addict. For some reason (maybe Jenn's internet connection?) this has been a slow week for emails coming in and I've been wondering why I'm the only one holding up the email addict banner. You guys still are in this with me, right?
Okay, that last sentence showed that I must be tired, even though I don't feel it. Either that or I'm insane, which I refuse to accept. So, since no emails are coming in, except for something from the College Student Retention listserv (and yes, that's exactly as thrilling as it sounds), I'm gonna suck it up and go to bed. Forget trying to come up with something brilliant to get my students to understand grammar and punctuation. Instead, I wil take a nap, wake up tomorrow and do it all over again.
