Clam chowder
Roast beef with bread nearby for quickie sammiches
Crudite platter with dip
Bread and dill dip
Cupcakes (chocolate and vanilla with cream cheese frosting)
Cranberry champagne cocktails
We like to party, yo.
Really, what do you guys do if you are throwing a party? Tips? Menu ideas that allow you to actually be in the party, and not in the kitchen?
We ARE excited though, this house is built for people. We can’t wait to have them all here! If you live close by, email me!
Thank you for your camaraderie on my last post…really, it’s sanity saving. I hope to get back with all of you shortly!
In the meantime, I want to wish you a little holiday love (edited love that is, to remove some personal information). This is a modified version of the moving announcements we sent out, made by Tiny Prints.
From our house to yours…
There has been a lot of love and happiness already in this house. I hope the same for yours.
Happy Holidays!
Okay, so I don’t like to bitch about work much. I KNOW that compared to the now three hour commute that the boyfriend makes or the sexism my sister faces or the day to day grind of many friends, that my job is sweet as a cupcake. I do what I love, I have winter and summer breaks, I work for only a few hours a day outside the home, etc. etc….I get it.
But this semester has knocked me on my ass.
Why?
Because either I’m suddenly an octogenarian or kids these days are the whiniest, brattiest, most entitled than they ever have been. WTF people under 25? What the hell has happened to you to make you all into Veruca Salt demanding your goddamned A for no effort, attendance, or even faint interest in actual exam? I’m about to load you all into a big ass bus and take you to a neighborhood where not every kid has a unicorn in their backyard. You all need to do a little volunteering at a food bank or for fuck’s sake, donate one of your three-day old Hollister shirts every once in a while.
If you are a person of power in a college environment, for my sake, please stand up for what’s right and quit trying to be nice to these students. You are not helping them, you are stunting their growth and making me look like a asshole.
I teach in SEVERAL different institutions, and I’ve run into similar problems at each one. Problems I have RARELY IF EVER had until this semester.
1. “I can’t believe that you are actually going to follow the departmental policy of failing me after four absences. I overslept! Waaa!”
(This person went to the motherfucking DEAN about this. That I was being “mean.” It’s not even my damned policy, but it IS my job.)
2. “Can you just give me a higher grade? I really need an (insert desired grade here)!”
(I’ve heard this, always just said, um, no. This semester? LET’S CALL THE DEAN AND CHANGE IT!)
3. “I know little Tommy is in your class and is failing for having two tests under 30% and oh, also totally failing a paper he didn’t write one word of but instead copied and pasted from the internets, down to the font, but see, he’s on the basketball team and I need him to have a D.”
(No joke. This is at Tiny Community College. Tommy also likes to miss class and listen to his iPod when he does show.)
4. “I don’t understand this F you gave me, waaaaa!!! I only missed four or five weeks of classes and did really poorly on all my exams! Can’t you just change it? All my other instructors did!”
5. “Just a tip for you, prof. You should email grades so students can know what they are getting and forget about that stupid privacy law that says you shouldn’t. All my other profs do it and I want my grade now!”
(Um, dude, wait ONE MORE DAY and you’ll see your grade online through our system. And honey, flies, more.)
6. “Oh HAI! I showed up for the test thirty minutes late, can you start over? What do you mean you won’t start the slides over?! But I’m here! Just do it! You’re so mean and bitter, why won’t you start over!”
(Um, because the other thirty-plus students are already taking it, we’re kinda in the middle of it.)
7. “I know I didn’t turn in a paper and the semester is over and grades turned in already, but HERE! I wrote half of one. I didn’t cite any sources. I did it! Today! Can you accept this? No? I don’t understand! You’re so mean!”
…I have never, not once, been called mean before. I’m generally the well-liked teacher who has students come visit long after they have left my class.
…am not mean. Nah.
I am not even including some here. Because I’m done with the WHINE BITCH MOAN even on this blog entry.
…halp! comes in the form of Christmas break….and cookies…
So, we’ve been in this house for two weeks. I have already flashed the neighbors my boobs through an open window. At night. When the light inside was on.
That took longer than I thought.
“My trip to the art museum was unexpected.”