I totally forgot to post the FFOT over here last week. I've been posting them both at my blog, The Anti-Soma, and here for a while, and last week I just completely forgot.
Granted, I was just getting over a monster, week-long migraine, but still.
First, one big HOORAY!!! for my imp. He's gone 3 weeks without #2 in his pull-up, and has had only two wet ones in the whole week. Next: big boy underpants! And he's going to get to choose them.
HOA boards can fuck right the fucking fuckety fuck off. The ones that aren't thieves are needle-dicked regulation-touting joy-killing fuckwads that hate vets and/or children, and use their "agreement" to try to compensate for a lack of sexual prowess and/or ability.
Trends in higher education can fuck off. I'm getting the distinct impression that I'm going to have to totally rebuild my class site every semester, while my students are starting the classwork. I'm also getting the impression that my required class size is going to increase by 10 or 20 slots per class, bringing me up to 70-90 students per semester, without a concomitant raise in pay--or permitted grading turnaround times.
End of semester attitude in some students can fuck off. You didn't turn this paper in on time the first time, hadn't just had a baby as an excuse (like one of your classmates), so why the fucking FUCK would you think you could just go "Oh, and here's that paper that was due before Spring Break" and have any FUCKING expectation that I would fucking be fucking willing to fucking grade it? No, your well-earned 0 stays.
Headaches can FTFO. With cheez.
2 comments:
I figured you had other projects going on--potty-training is a tough one, so good for the imp! You can't go wrong with Thomas the Tank Engine big boy undies. At least that's what my nephews said.
Ugh, the grading and the late work (if it's handed in at all) is the worst. I try to be merciful but laziness doesn't help one's case when I know what one is capable of doing.
My FO today is for narcissists. I can't stand you, but you wouldn't know that because you're aware of anyone else. Do us all a favor and celebrate yourself at home.
NOT aware of anyone else, I mean.
Sorry, trying to watch the Phillies at the same time. Score already, dammit!
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