I am having a good night! I was going to go to Cheddar’s to read Huckleberry Finn (since I didn’t finish it during the semester) and get $2.50 strawberry ritas, but then I realized I could prolly do it cheaper at home. So off to the Wine Center I went. Bought the Strawberry Rita mix, bought the Bacardi, used the blender that has stood lonely on the countertop for over a year, read lots of Huck Finn.
Now I’m cooking dinner, since Rob’ll be home in a few hours (I’m making a casserole). Then I’m going to drink some more. Why the sudden alcoholism, you ask? Because the semester is finally over, that’s why! (I’m pretty good at abstaining during the semester because I just plain don’t have enough time to drink and deal with the consequences.) And some [. . .] student is being a pain and appealing his grade, which he does not deserve. I am grateful for supporting faculty: it looks like, at this point, that the department head is going to support my decision NOT to bump up the student’s grade. Thank goodness.
I worked on end-of-semester, tying-things-up stuff today at the office for about 5 hours, and I hope to put in about as much time in tomorrow on my 1st degree paper. Hold me to it, folks; this crap has GOT to get done yesterday.
I think I got all As this semester! I just found out last semester from Mrs. Awesome that your transcript shows your grades before the grade report is posted–isn’t that sweet? Prolly only SMS people know what I’m talking about, but believe me, it’s sweet. :)
Okay, back to the cooking.
Most of the time I feel like I am just sitting on the outside of something (very specific… just don’t want to put it in words) I could have been a part of, if things (again, very specific…) had been slightly different. Or if they had been as I expected them to be.
Part of me wishes that things had been different. I am, in some ways, in their group, but in other more meaningful ways, I am and always will be an outsider.
Maybe that’s not such a bad thing? Am I wanting something not good for me?
Weird day. When I got to the ELI at 3 to meet Hongying, a fellow grad student, and our conversation partner, Michelle (her real name is Jung-Ah Kim Han), Hongying told me that she had a flat tire and that Michelle wasn’t answering her phone and hadn’t shown up yet. We decided to change Hongying’s tire first, and the try calling Michelle again. We have never had trouble reaching her before, and she is usually very on-time.
Hongying had never changed a tire before, so I got to show her how. I have change, already in my 10 years of driving, 5 flats. I’m a pro.
After we went back in and washed our hands, I called Michelle and left a message. We ran into Tamara, another grad student and ELI teacher. I knew she had Michelle in her speaking class, so I asked her if she was at school today. Tamara told us that she had been in a bad accident on Highway 65 on her way to the ELI from her home in Branson yesterday morning! She was in a coma and had brain surgery because her brain was swollen! Scary.
Then, at 6:30, Tamara called me, crying, telling me that Michelle had passed away. I just spent the last semester getting to know this woman, who is married and has two children under 9. Can’t believe it. At this point, I don’t think it’s hit me yet.