I love this moment so much, I want to have sex with it
Even
though tomorrow is Victoria Day and thus a statutory day off for us
red-blooded canucks, I finally found the energy the grade the midterm
exams this morning. My previous good feeling about the students turned
out to be accurate: about half of the students scored full marks in the
exam, the rest missed a few points and a couple of guys did worse, but
nobody failed. That's remarkable, since this has never happened before.
It feels like these innocent little twinkletoes had actually paid
attention, listened to what I taught them, and studied diligently
afterwards. For some reason, these spring- and summertime classes
always seem to attract the good students, whereas based on my
observation, the Fall term tends to be the weakest on average. I
remember one particular fall term a few years ago when there were
several people in the course who could barely read.
So I am quite happy. And if there is a better way to spend a Sunday than eating pizza and rabbit jubes and watch the second season of Scrubs on DVD, right now I don't really care to know about it.
During the time we have lived here, we haven't really seen very many great fireworks shows. Nothing organized seems to be going on in this city, people just buy fireworks and shoot them into the sky. I feel no urges to do this, since I might as well just take the bills out of my wallet and set them on fire. Much simpler that way. Last year I also remember wondering why the rockets that I see around here don't seem to be flying as high as those that I remember from my childhood. Back then the rockets soared above the buildings high into the sky. Of course, the fact that now we are watching the fireworks from the 25th floor observation deck whereas the tall buildings of my childhood had maybe five or six stories at best might make a crucial difference here.
So I am quite happy. And if there is a better way to spend a Sunday than eating pizza and rabbit jubes and watch the second season of Scrubs on DVD, right now I don't really care to know about it.
During the time we have lived here, we haven't really seen very many great fireworks shows. Nothing organized seems to be going on in this city, people just buy fireworks and shoot them into the sky. I feel no urges to do this, since I might as well just take the bills out of my wallet and set them on fire. Much simpler that way. Last year I also remember wondering why the rockets that I see around here don't seem to be flying as high as those that I remember from my childhood. Back then the rockets soared above the buildings high into the sky. Of course, the fact that now we are watching the fireworks from the 25th floor observation deck whereas the tall buildings of my childhood had maybe five or six stories at best might make a crucial difference here.
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