Because I can empathize...

...this one is for Ricki.

Students who do none of the work, and won't show up for lecture, but come in in the last month or so of class whining about how badly they need to pass the class and begging for extra credit can fuck right the fuck off. So can the Department of Education and incompetent individual K-12 administrations that have taught said students that that behavior is perfectly acceptable by not permitting classroom teachers to fail students who haven't done the work with the 0% they've earned.

Heathens of all ages above three who won't respect rules in classrooms or libraries, or behave themselves in public (stores, restaurants, etc) can fuck right off, too. And so can the parents who permit, enable, or ignore such behavior--in fact, the parents can fuck off harder with a rusty chainsaw for not loving their kids enough to teach them to be human.

I'm sure there's some equivalent in the corporate world, but since I've always lived in academia, I have no clue what it might be.

Have a good weekend, y'all.

Ding, dong, the witch is dead!

A great big FUCK YEAH! to Nancy Pelosi losing the Speaker of the House position. And to all of the people who voted last Tuesday, whichever party they voted for. From what I've read, that was a record turnout for a midterm election.

Have a great weekend, everyone.

I got nothing.

I've been ignoring the news--too depressing. Other than that, all I've got are the standard complaints.

The floor is yours.

Gah.

The last stages of carrying my daughter are not fun. The constant, nagging aches, lingering nausea, and inability to sleep can fuck right off. So can the fear that she won't be any more patient than her brother, and decide to come early enough to not be able to come home when I do. So can work stress.

On top of all of that, my university is trying to take class autonomy away from online professors. They're saying that they want to make the online classes more uniform, and that all we have to do is come up with a department wide syllabus, a schedule of what we want to teach, and send it and any handouts to them, and they'll design the course for us.

That may be all well and good for new profs that have never taught online before, but I have. I've been teaching online for two years, and my department head says I'm the department's best online teacher (I tend to revise and rework what doesn't work for the students on a weekly basis). I do not need someone taking my class away from me because others won't bother to fix what's wrong with their course.

So, my last FFO is this: glorified technology administrators that have delusions of adequacy and feel the need to prove that they're more than glorified technology administrators can definitely fuck off. Hell, I'll even help them pull their heads out of their asses so that they can.

I don't need this shit. If that goes through, I may not be teaching next fall. Which will suck in many, many ways--beyond losing the money, I'll be losing the a job that I truly love doing.

Bureaucratic BS

I've been notified that I have to log into my university account and enter midterm grades. This, regardless of the fact that my students can log onto their distance learning account in the class platform and look at their grades. They know approximately what their grades are. The university really doesn't need to know, and indeed, I'm not sure that doesn't violate the privacy laws in my state.

Bureaucratic bs that serves no purpose but making more work for those who actually, you know, do the actual work in whatever company, university, or organization, can fuck right the fuck off.

Getting behind in grading can also fuck off.

Not much this week.

Beyond the fact that the imp has started suddenly refusing to eat anything but Cream 'o Wheat, yogurt, apple sauce, or french fries, it's been a pretty good week. At least, it has for me.

Have at it.

Sorry.

Caught cold. Lost track of days.

This guy can fuck off. With a shattered baseball bat.