9/12/2008
hilarious! (but also smart and thorough?)
So Sydney, my friend and colleague, had her students annotating a poem in class. One student forgot to turn it in, and so sent it to Syd, but couldn't remember her first name. Sydney's last name is Azzi. Check out the recipients of this email:
9/11/2008
9/10/2008
and in spite of feeling so sick I wanted to die...
...when I overheard the following conversation among students yesterday, I got goosebumps.
I mean, I know, Obama's trendy. But, so what if he's trendy? These kids think voting is cool! Shouldn't it be a goal of society's to make things that are good for us cool? As in, lots of people will voluntarily contribute positively to their communities? Yes, please.
"Who do you want to be president?"
"Obama, duh."
"God! People who are eighteen are so lucky!"
"I know! I want to vote!"
9/07/2008
You know what's the best?
Laughing so hard you cry. And I do that a lot.
Like when Daniele took this photo of Jess and Jordan with our crappy waiter. Jordan rested his hand on the guy's stomach for at least 45 seconds while Daniele figured out the camera.
And like last night when Amy altered her "The Beef Stroganoff Song" from, "It's a stroganoff party and EVERYONE'S invited. It's a stroganoff party and EVERYONE'S invited," to better fit the hypothetical situation of Aaron and Kevin's stepdad comparing their willies to see if they were in fact related. Kevin's stepdad's idea, oddly enough. Anyway, Amy changed the song to, "It's a genital showdown and EVERYONE'S invited. It's a genital showdown and EVERYONE'S invited."
And just now, I said "hi" to Jess via gchat. I'm sitting at the dining room table, she on the couch. She typed "uuhhh," "you're dumb," and "turn around," and when I did, she was giving me the finger.
Like when Daniele took this photo of Jess and Jordan with our crappy waiter. Jordan rested his hand on the guy's stomach for at least 45 seconds while Daniele figured out the camera.
And like last night when Amy altered her "The Beef Stroganoff Song" from, "It's a stroganoff party and EVERYONE'S invited. It's a stroganoff party and EVERYONE'S invited," to better fit the hypothetical situation of Aaron and Kevin's stepdad comparing their willies to see if they were in fact related. Kevin's stepdad's idea, oddly enough. Anyway, Amy changed the song to, "It's a genital showdown and EVERYONE'S invited. It's a genital showdown and EVERYONE'S invited."
And just now, I said "hi" to Jess via gchat. I'm sitting at the dining room table, she on the couch. She typed "uuhhh," "you're dumb," and "turn around," and when I did, she was giving me the finger.
holy shmoly
The first time we went grocery shopping after we moved in, Jess said to me as I picked out a few potatoes -- I love baked potatoes -- "Hey, pick me up a sweet potato." So I did. But she never ate it; it just sat on our counter top, next to my quickly consumed regular potatoes. And now, it looks like this:
Oh hey, Kasey.
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