Reprimanding a student for hogging a sheet with group-work questions
Me: Why won't you show her the question sheet? You know, sharing is caring.
Student: But what if we were sharing needles? That wouldn't be very caring.
Me: (retires)
Monday, December 8, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Food?
My grandmother once told me I should live to eat, not eat to live.
My mantra of late has been, just eat what you can, whenever you have time, which is never, really. Something like that, I don't know. I'm a bit too malnourished to make sense of it myself.
The past few weeks have been a nightmare. I am transitioning into the wonderful world of teaching from the slightly-more-wonderful world of being a barista with no responsibilities except determining the proper brewing temperature for the perfect doppio. Since then, I have subsisted on:
My per-hour income has more than quadrupled since I started teaching. But so has my blood pressure, commute time, blemishes and Clif bar wrappers. They say next year will be easier... hopefully by a factor of four.
My mantra of late has been, just eat what you can, whenever you have time, which is never, really. Something like that, I don't know. I'm a bit too malnourished to make sense of it myself.
The past few weeks have been a nightmare. I am transitioning into the wonderful world of teaching from the slightly-more-wonderful world of being a barista with no responsibilities except determining the proper brewing temperature for the perfect doppio. Since then, I have subsisted on:
- Dunkin Donuts coffee, percolated
- Clif Bars (lots and lots of Clif Bars)
- Peanut butter sandwiches... every single day. For lunch. Cute, if I wasn't 23.
- various snacks that comprise the remainder of my daily recommended caloric intake
My per-hour income has more than quadrupled since I started teaching. But so has my blood pressure, commute time, blemishes and Clif bar wrappers. They say next year will be easier... hopefully by a factor of four.
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