Mornin'
5 emails this morning already, all complaining about grades of B or B+. This f*cking semester is never going to end.
They need to think about this when they pile up absences of 4 or more classes, stroll in at whatever time suits them, rarely participate in class discussions and hand in their work late (in one case, six weeks past the deadline.) All of which is explained to them -- ad nauseum -- throughout the semester, indeed, since their first day in the school. (These are juniors.)
I'm ignoring them, as per the chair's advice.
But man, it burns me how entitled these kids are. "I want an A." Well, I want a formal dining room. What's your point?
Cheyenne Jackson tickled me. AFTER ordering SoMMS a drink but NOT tickling him, and hanging out with Girly in his dressing room (where he DIDN'T tickle her) but BEFORE we got married. To others. And then he tweeted Boobs. He also tweeted he's good friends with some chick on "The Voice" who just happens to be good friends with Tink's ex. And I'm still married. Oh, and this just in: "Pettiness, spite, malice ....Such ugly emotions... So sad." - After Eight, talking about MEEEEEEEE!!! I'm so honored! :-)