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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?
- I showed a clip from a Gloria Estefan / Miami Sound Machine video in class today.
- Mr. G thinks we should have dressed Bump up this year and gone Trick-Or-Treating, not for Bump but so we could stock up on free chocolate.
- A student donning underwear, a burgundy cape, leather boots, and a Spartan hat stood in the f-r-e-e-z-i-n-g cold weather for about two hours today.
- Later I found out said student is in my 3:00 class. Yikes.
- I’m thinking I might change my name to match my son’s, now that I have fancy-academic-job and all.
- My car has a flat tire.
- My car had a flat tire last week.
- Every day this week two very fearless and stubborn (and likely hungry) deer have hung out in our front yard. Something we grow is very tastey. Yesterday one of them literally sat on our lawn with Jerry, our bad-ass-mother-fucker-of-a-cat, sitting right next to him. The two were just chillin’. Seriously.
- Mr. Grubby has begun writing poetry again. Apparently one of Bump’s toys has inspired him.
Random Bullets of Crap. I’ve been wondering for months now what “RBOC,” which I see all over the blogosphere, means. I’m not a lurk-o-holic (yet, anyway), so what I might’ve been able to figure out in a matter of days has taken a while, but I’ll consider this a point of pride.
My RBOC’s of the day? Today, I…
- Have come to the realization that All in the Family truly sucks once Meathead and Gloria move out.
- Went out to dinner with Mr. G and Bump for the first time in months.
- Found it incredibly stressful and was reminded of why it’s been months.
- Discovered, however, that at 14-months-old Bump likes cucumbers.
- Cucumbers?
- Attended my second department meeting and am worried that my colleagues saw how bored and annoyed I was.
- Went until two pm without eating. That’s how busy I am. (And yet I have time to blog. Shit.)
- Crap, random, and bulleted.
MrsG
