Three Cucumbers in a Bathtub

When I was a T.A., one of my composition students couldn’t come up with a title for his paper, so he slapped the above on before handing it in. Lately, I can’t think of titles, so I’m stealing.

I’m feeling a little guilty since I don’t have to go back to work for two more weeks, and I have a feeling most of my readers are back way before then. And I don’t actually teach for another five days after that. Just remember while you are hating me that I will probably get out much later in May than you all do.

And pity me, since I got the letter yesterday informing me that so-called Professional Day two weeks from today, which is usually a three-hour affair, will be ALL FRIGGIN’ DAY LONG this semester. It’s core competencies day! Lucky us. Now, let me say I am certainly not opposed to the idea that the college needs to have a sense of what students should be able to do when they leave us, but we’ve all been here before, haven’t we? And we know the result. After being talked at for an hour, we’ll all go into our breakout groups and waste large sheets of paper with our brainstorming which some busy bee will collect, and we’ll never hear about it again! Think I’m getting cynical after eleven years of this? Nah.

I’d rather be packing. Now that I’ve accepted the fact that we are going to be dirt poor paying two mortgages, I’m looking forward to moving. We are having the bedrooms painted before we move in, and new carpeting installed throughout the upstairs. I am so happy that I’m going to have an office of my own. And that the pooch is going to have her own little yard. One thing I won’t miss about condo living is not being able to just open the door and let her out.