I am too busy to blog about politics, my family, different youtube videos and, of course, my job.  So I’ll meet you half way with another installment of RBOC, Grubby-style:

• I have a special needs student in my large lecture class: he has “an extreme case” of ADHD (his words) and diabetes.  He told me that he carries a syringe w/insulin in it “just in case I go white and pass out in class.”  I’m not sure if I’m supposed to give him the shot, although of course: who else would?  Also, his wife is pregnant with their third child and is due two weeks before the quarter ends.
• I’m teaching a single author lit class (Octavia Butler) and can tell already that we will probably run out of things to talk about sometime in late October.  The thought of leading that seminar for twelve more weeks makes me want to crawl in bed.  And. Stay. There.
• Bump started preschool this week.  He’s in the 2 and 3 year old room.  Already, he has been singled out as one of the more active tots.  I’m worried that he has “extreme” ADHD.  His teacher also told us that “he’s one of those you want to take home with you at the end of the shift.”  I heart Bump’s teacher.
• Mr. G is now my co-worker.  We struggle not too laugh to hard in the copy room together.
• Finally, I am beginning to feel more optimistic that maybe, just maybe, Obama will win the election.  (Mind you, I’m having a good day).  Because whenever I think about his opponents, I say to myself: WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD VOTE FOR THAT NOISE?