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Ask any of my fic characters -- canon or OC -- a question and they'll give you an honest answer. Not necessarily the whole answer, but an honest one.
In RL news, I'm re-requesting my GWU transcripts (I can't find the cancelled check, despite the fact that I'd SWEAR I made the request, so this might actually be MY fault, dammit). My presentation for Renaissance Poetry/Prose went well yesterday despite 3.5-4 hours of sleep. Today will be spent:
Cleaning the office (books, stacks of papers, making it look v. v. messy)
Making lasagne
Studying for Art History exam on Wednesday
Doing pain-in-the-ass assignment for Magazine Writing
Grading a batch of essays
I'm having a bit of a problem with my 8 am Comp II class -- they haven't been doing the readings (or, at least, discussion leads me to believe so), and as a result, I've started giving them pop quizzes. Easy things they could pass if they read the story. Except I have this one little.... twerp who was insisting that it's hard enough to read the story just to get the jist of the plot that I'm being unreasonable in asking anything ELSE.
Yeah. *rolls eyes* So I suppose it's "unreasonable" of me to expect them to know, oh, the TITLE of the story they were supposed to read, who WROTE IT, and the names of the MAIN CHARACTERS.
My words to him? "Excuse me, but do I look particularly sympathetic?"
Him: "Well, no..."
I'm not asking unreasonable questions. I'm asking the elementary points that they'd KNOW if they DID THEIR HOMEWORK. And I don't ask anything that I don't know the answer to off the top of my head. *headdesk*
However~! In good news... well, it's good news depending on how you look at it... Anyway, the house next to my mom's house has gone up for rent. Since our apartment complex has decided that it's going to be converting into condos, we need to find a new place to live, pronto. We have until August, but if we find a new place before then, we just have to give them 30 days notice, and we can move out.
The good: It's a HOUSE. No annoying neighbors with whom we'd share a wall. (The walls here are sadly thin, and the plumbing here is ridiculous -- George and I think that whoever we share a plumbing line with likes to flush kittens down the toilet, because our toilet will stop up if you so much as blow your nose and try to flush the tissue.)
The very good: It's $200 a month less than we're paying now. It's also a cinderblock house, which is more energy efficient, so we'd be looking at a lower energy bill.
The very, very good: Mom's next door. Close enough if she needs us (Grampa's got cataract surgery scheduled, and it would have been helpful for her if we lived a little closer), but far enough away for her to not drive me bonkers. (Plus, she's all excited about getting to see us for dinner more than once a month, which is about what we manage now.) And we'd get to see Zoe more often (her ubercute Cairn terrier who she has promised to breed for us).
The bad: I really, really, do NOT want to FUCKING MOVE AGAIN. Ugh. And George is al, "Yeah! Let's do it ASAP!" And I'm like, "Uh, dude -- I can barely find the time to take the garbage out with my schedule right now. And you want me to what?" Mom says the house won't be ready till about April, which is close enough to the end of the semester. But I've got to put my foot down with George -- I cannot -- CANNOT head up a move right now. Nope. Not gonna happen.
_midoriko_sama_:Ask any of my fic characters -- canon or OC -- a question and they'll give you an honest answer. Not necessarily the whole answer, but an honest one.
In RL news, I'm re-requesting my GWU transcripts (I can't find the cancelled check, despite the fact that I'd SWEAR I made the request, so this might actually be MY fault, dammit). My presentation for Renaissance Poetry/Prose went well yesterday despite 3.5-4 hours of sleep. Today will be spent:
Cleaning the office (books, stacks of papers, making it look v. v. messy)
Making lasagne
Studying for Art History exam on Wednesday
Doing pain-in-the-ass assignment for Magazine Writing
Grading a batch of essays
I'm having a bit of a problem with my 8 am Comp II class -- they haven't been doing the readings (or, at least, discussion leads me to believe so), and as a result, I've started giving them pop quizzes. Easy things they could pass if they read the story. Except I have this one little.... twerp who was insisting that it's hard enough to read the story just to get the jist of the plot that I'm being unreasonable in asking anything ELSE.
Yeah. *rolls eyes* So I suppose it's "unreasonable" of me to expect them to know, oh, the TITLE of the story they were supposed to read, who WROTE IT, and the names of the MAIN CHARACTERS.
My words to him? "Excuse me, but do I look particularly sympathetic?"
Him: "Well, no..."
I'm not asking unreasonable questions. I'm asking the elementary points that they'd KNOW if they DID THEIR HOMEWORK. And I don't ask anything that I don't know the answer to off the top of my head. *headdesk*
However~! In good news... well, it's good news depending on how you look at it... Anyway, the house next to my mom's house has gone up for rent. Since our apartment complex has decided that it's going to be converting into condos, we need to find a new place to live, pronto. We have until August, but if we find a new place before then, we just have to give them 30 days notice, and we can move out.
The good: It's a HOUSE. No annoying neighbors with whom we'd share a wall. (The walls here are sadly thin, and the plumbing here is ridiculous -- George and I think that whoever we share a plumbing line with likes to flush kittens down the toilet, because our toilet will stop up if you so much as blow your nose and try to flush the tissue.)
The very good: It's $200 a month less than we're paying now. It's also a cinderblock house, which is more energy efficient, so we'd be looking at a lower energy bill.
The very, very good: Mom's next door. Close enough if she needs us (Grampa's got cataract surgery scheduled, and it would have been helpful for her if we lived a little closer), but far enough away for her to not drive me bonkers. (Plus, she's all excited about getting to see us for dinner more than once a month, which is about what we manage now.) And we'd get to see Zoe more often (her ubercute Cairn terrier who she has promised to breed for us).
The bad: I really, really, do NOT want to FUCKING MOVE AGAIN. Ugh. And George is al, "Yeah! Let's do it ASAP!" And I'm like, "Uh, dude -- I can barely find the time to take the garbage out with my schedule right now. And you want me to what?" Mom says the house won't be ready till about April, which is close enough to the end of the semester. But I've got to put my foot down with George -- I cannot -- CANNOT head up a move right now. Nope. Not gonna happen.
