If it's not one thing ...

... it's your mother! Ok, so that's not true, but I've never forgotten it. Anyway, I broke the unspoken rule today & laughed at the students. They kept interjecting Dr. H's lecture with comments & questions, mostly related, but V. offered at one point, "I already knew that b/c I took this class last year, before I got kicked out." So of course, someone asked her, "Why'd you get kicked out?" Her response, verbatim (I kid you not), "I almost cut someone's testicles off!"

Dr. H says he's already titled the book he will write when he retires: I Don't Have to Make it Up; I'm a Teacher. Appropriate, I'm discovering.

I'm learning that I tend to make matters worse for myself, when life is already busy enough. I already have B's wedding this weekend, another bride's shower, 2 projects due, copious readings, and some other engagement I've already forgotten but is seemingly critical. Yet I somehow allowed myself to be suckered into bringing baked goods to the shower (flattery does get you somewhere), watching the M. girls over the weekend (guilt...another foolproof tactic), and squeezing in quality reunion time with folks in town for the wedding. As usual, my typical response is hysterical laughter. Especially when I see it all in print.

I did manage to think of an idea for my 144 presentation. My prof will hate it; she's already told us that she thinks these programs are ineffective and unproductive. So much for giving teachers what they want to hear/read/see. At this point, I've no time to think of something better. Je suis désolé, mais il suffira!