Exciting fucking morning, let me tell you.
For the first time since becoming a college teacher, I had a plagiarism case. Five theatre students turned in similar--in some ways, identical--critique papers on our recent production of MacBeth. This was certainly a form of confrontation I am not used to, but my boss, the head of our department, is about the best person I can imagine to have my back in a situation like this. After listening to these five dumbasses make up excuses for ten minutes, we finally came to a compromise that allowed me to get back at them for all of the extra fucking work I had to do as a result and still keep them from getting kicked out of school. I don't know if we're really doing them any favors by not taking this higher up the heirarchy, as these are clearly not kids who belong in an academic environment, nevertheless there's always the hope that a scare like this might actually teach them something. And believe me, I scared the piss out of them. Although I'm not a big fan of pretending to be an authority figure, sometimes, well, sometimes it's just the requirement of a job to strap on the old brass testicles and slap someone across the face with them.
In other news, Kleio and I are planning out our Friday together, which involves a bit of shopping and a whole lot of trying to get in to the cinema to see Spider-Man 3. I know I'm a geek, but seeing the web-head up on the big screen gives me a boner that could knock down a telephone pole. We went into town yesterday to catch the midnight showing, and unfortunately it had sold out. Really, we should have seen it coming, but we do live in a small rural part of the country and it's always hard to predict just how many people are going to attend something like this. So with luck on our side, we will hopefully get to see this nipple-hardening spectacle by the end of the day.
Ever thus to deadbeats, Lebowski. Time for some more porn.
For the first time since becoming a college teacher, I had a plagiarism case. Five theatre students turned in similar--in some ways, identical--critique papers on our recent production of MacBeth. This was certainly a form of confrontation I am not used to, but my boss, the head of our department, is about the best person I can imagine to have my back in a situation like this. After listening to these five dumbasses make up excuses for ten minutes, we finally came to a compromise that allowed me to get back at them for all of the extra fucking work I had to do as a result and still keep them from getting kicked out of school. I don't know if we're really doing them any favors by not taking this higher up the heirarchy, as these are clearly not kids who belong in an academic environment, nevertheless there's always the hope that a scare like this might actually teach them something. And believe me, I scared the piss out of them. Although I'm not a big fan of pretending to be an authority figure, sometimes, well, sometimes it's just the requirement of a job to strap on the old brass testicles and slap someone across the face with them.
In other news, Kleio and I are planning out our Friday together, which involves a bit of shopping and a whole lot of trying to get in to the cinema to see Spider-Man 3. I know I'm a geek, but seeing the web-head up on the big screen gives me a boner that could knock down a telephone pole. We went into town yesterday to catch the midnight showing, and unfortunately it had sold out. Really, we should have seen it coming, but we do live in a small rural part of the country and it's always hard to predict just how many people are going to attend something like this. So with luck on our side, we will hopefully get to see this nipple-hardening spectacle by the end of the day.
Ever thus to deadbeats, Lebowski. Time for some more porn.
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kleio:
YOU ARE SEXY!
kleio:
Wow. You are really REALLY sexy!