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Happy birthday, Zac!!
Just one more week of classes, starting tomorrow. Still finishing my portfolio for math (and it is nothing like finishing last quarter's math portfolio, I tellya) and then it's on to the lesson plan I will be presenting tomorrow. Art has by far been my favorite class this semester, though the children's lit comes in a very close second. Speaking of art, oh I just have to mention this. I just love the girls in my art class -- don't get me wrong, it's a serious art class and not a knitting circle or anything like that, it's just that we do talk a lot. So I told them about Eugene's Brother's friend, I'm not sure if I mentioned her before, but she likes to wear inappropriately short skirts to work and there always seems to be something wrong with her, like she sprained her ankle or she has a really bad cough or she's living in her car (a $30k SUV, cry me a river you know?) Anyway so the other day she tells E's B that when she graduates from college she's either going backpacking through Europe or else she's going ot get a boob lift, not a job, a lift. And E's B, I believe, asked what that involves, like, how is it different from a job? And thus sparked a lunchtime conversation about her breasts. (I was not present. I got this secondhand, from him.)
Now I pose this question to you: Would a girl/woman/whore discuss her breasts with a casual coworker if she didn't want him to really inspect her rack?
I shook my head in disbelief when he told me about this, and I shook it again when I realized he wasn't offended by her, and I shake it now as I think of his response when I decided to tell him it annoyed me. (His response: "I guess I look like a good listener.")
Hm, I will tell you something: I am a good listener, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't be hugely offended if some guy that I work with, even a coworker I like, sat down next to me at lunch and said "Hey you know next year when I graduate from college I'm going to take my savings and buy a car, or else get my penis enlarged." And if he started to tell me the details (for which I certainly would not ask) I would be across the room, if not up in the office filing a sexual harassment complaint.
But that's just me.
Anyway back to art, I have a lesson plan presentation and one more paper due. For math I have the lesson plan presentation, the portfolio assembly, the back homework that I still haven't finished. For CL: nothing! WHEEEE!
Tomorrow's the last day of K-School. I guess I should go ... I've called in sick a lot already and I should be able to finish the math tonight. *Get pumped*
12:23 a.m.
How i love midnight updates. I wish I were getting more work done, but Mart is watching Erin Brockovich and it's a really good movie!
I have gotten my math LP done, though, and ready to present. (And I didn't even have to snitch one off the internet!) That's one area I never fell short in this quarter ... I may have turned in scads of late homework (and failed to turn in scads more) and I may have gotten six wrong on that first art history quiz but damnit, everyone loves my lesson plans. For this one I even get to integrate one of my children's books! I'm happy. I'm sure I won't be when I'm still up at 3 am but that's okay, I'm happy for now.
E's B update: he said "why don't you ever write nice stuff about me?" Hm, it's not that he never does nice stuff for me (he does scads of nice stuff for me, since "scads" is the word of the night.) For some reason, I just don't write about it. It's like I'd rather that stuff be private.
Oh yeah, here's a nice thing he did: he said he was sorry and that he meant it and that in retrospect yes it was quite inappropriate. I had to clarify a few things though. He asked, was it wrong that he told me about what she said? Of course not, said I. What was wrong was not thinking there was anything wrong with what she said.
I wish he would finish Erink Brockovich ... it's very very distracting. I can't wait till school is over so I can really watch it. That, and Sex and the City. I've been dying to watch my DVDs.