Retractions & Errata
So, to all my loyal blog-readers...I must profess deep apologies for my inconsistency and lack of lustrous blog-worthy copy. :-(
I've also been notoriously missing on others' blogs, comment-wise. So, I miss you all:
Kerstin, Jon, Jon, James, Bonnie, Laura, Erys, Laurie, Wendy, Drew, Larry, Mark, Marq, Sean, Hilary, and Robert. (All in no particular order.)
Summer life is bipolar. It's either "slower 'n molasses 'n January" or it's a whirlwind of Andrew-sized proportions. And I don't usually have a handle on the summer days as they slip away into one another. To make matters worse, Summer is usually less financially liquid than other times of the year. (Adding in uncontrollable yarn-binges at the most inopportune moments, liquidity is nigh impossible.)
Thanks to Bonnie for her recently posted comments. I owe her apologies, as she was the actual etymological initiator for "CEHD" = aka Cotton-Ease Hoarding Disorder.
Haven't been in the mood to upload pics.
Gotta start teaching a summer-session (intensive, daily 3-week classes, 2 per day, 1:50min each class). *ugggghhh* Beginning 3 and Intermediate 3 (there are three classes per level, and I just happen to be the OGRE that each class must pass in order to level-up...what a way to make friends, eh?). Ironically the Intermediate 3 students are the worst. They're required to take 6 classes of a Foreign Language for their Bachelor majors. I'm their last class...in their eyes, the gatekeeper. They hate me because after 6 classes, I actually expect them to be able to use their foreign language...conversationally, survivor-ly, realistically. What do I get?
"Why don't you just talk in English? We'd understand you so much better!"
"I hate this book. I don't understand any of the pictures, and where is the English?"
"You know your stuff, but you're constantly picking on us in class to use the language. Oh, and I didn't put forth any effort in this class all quarter."
(These are a few "gems" that I've received on past class/instructor evaluations. I don't let them get to me -- unless I'm in that dark place -- but just laugh at the absolute, utter waste of 2 years these students allowed to slip through their fingers when they could have been learning to converse with a small, though vibrant minority community here in America. There have been positive evaluations, too, though. :-)
Soon pics. Be good to each other. XOXO
SKSK
I've also been notoriously missing on others' blogs, comment-wise. So, I miss you all:
Kerstin, Jon, Jon, James, Bonnie, Laura, Erys, Laurie, Wendy, Drew, Larry, Mark, Marq, Sean, Hilary, and Robert. (All in no particular order.)
Summer life is bipolar. It's either "slower 'n molasses 'n January" or it's a whirlwind of Andrew-sized proportions. And I don't usually have a handle on the summer days as they slip away into one another. To make matters worse, Summer is usually less financially liquid than other times of the year. (Adding in uncontrollable yarn-binges at the most inopportune moments, liquidity is nigh impossible.)
Thanks to Bonnie for her recently posted comments. I owe her apologies, as she was the actual etymological initiator for "CEHD" = aka Cotton-Ease Hoarding Disorder.
Haven't been in the mood to upload pics.
Gotta start teaching a summer-session (intensive, daily 3-week classes, 2 per day, 1:50min each class). *ugggghhh* Beginning 3 and Intermediate 3 (there are three classes per level, and I just happen to be the OGRE that each class must pass in order to level-up...what a way to make friends, eh?). Ironically the Intermediate 3 students are the worst. They're required to take 6 classes of a Foreign Language for their Bachelor majors. I'm their last class...in their eyes, the gatekeeper. They hate me because after 6 classes, I actually expect them to be able to use their foreign language...conversationally, survivor-ly, realistically. What do I get?
"Why don't you just talk in English? We'd understand you so much better!"
"I hate this book. I don't understand any of the pictures, and where is the English?"
"You know your stuff, but you're constantly picking on us in class to use the language. Oh, and I didn't put forth any effort in this class all quarter."
(These are a few "gems" that I've received on past class/instructor evaluations. I don't let them get to me -- unless I'm in that dark place -- but just laugh at the absolute, utter waste of 2 years these students allowed to slip through their fingers when they could have been learning to converse with a small, though vibrant minority community here in America. There have been positive evaluations, too, though. :-)
Soon pics. Be good to each other. XOXO
SKSK
posted by Unknown at 8/08/2005 06:10:00 AM
4 Comments:
Hey you! Man, those comments are "gems." If I did your job, I would've become an ax murderer by now, I'm sure of it. Now go have some fun, you deserve it!
Kerstin
crazydaisy.us
Hi sweetie! I admit I've been bad about reading blogs on sites other than xanga. But it was nice to read your shout-out. Heh.
Miss u 'n jeff! talk soon?
xoxo,
hilary
the only thing worse than having to take a class in the summer would be having to teach it! Still lots of cotton ease over at the westside Tuesday morning if you feel the need to feed your disorder!
Laura was the inspiration behind CEHD so you were theoretically correct. I remember reading her blog and cracking up at her description of the hysteria surrounding the hunt for Cotton Ease.
FYI, I had my daughter up at OSU over the last few days for orientation at which she also selected her classes. She absolutely hated her 3 years of spanish in high school and was considering switching to a different language. When she saw American Sign Language was an option, she said to me "I'll take that. How hard can it be?" LOL! I told her if she was serious, I'd bring her to knitting night and she could talk to you. Turns out the spanish she was supposed to take was fulll anyway so the decision has been deferred until next quarter!
Bonnie
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