OH SHIT, A STORM IN MAH BRAIN!

we were just handed a series of, well, handouts that are intended to aid us in vocabulary and broad content instruction.

my joy overflows.

anyway, one of them is titled, "A B C Brainstorm." this particular gem asks students to place a topic in a box at the top of the paper and then has all 26 letters of the alphabet organized in columns with a short line following. students are expected to come up with a statement for each letter of the alphabet for whatever topic they have been assigned, say...bitches and/or hos.

a sample:

A- all bitches are hos
B- but not all hos are bitches
C- cunts are often, but not necessarily hos and/or bitches
D- despite often being female, neither hos nor bitches must be. it is equally possible for a man to be a "bitch." although, the attendant misogyny of this construct, as it does require a concept of stereotypical and female "bitchiness," might render the argument that "bitch" can apply fully, and independent of that female referent, to a man laughable at best. this situation is, in essence, making the male female, bitch by proxy.

okay, you get the point. i might have taken it a bit further than necessary at the end there.

peace, bitches.

education: taste the flavor...

there is, without qualification, something soulcrushing and dead about education education. yeah, that's right, education education.

i'm sitting in a classroom with round about 30 highly educated, mostly motivated, and entirely bored teachers. being taught in the loosest definition of the word.

in theory, or at least according to the course catalog and class title, i'm supposed to be learning about how to teach english language learners right now. what is really happening looks more like this:

-eleven people sitting at their laptops banging the keys or playing minesweeper.
-six or seven dedicated doodlers.
-two or three thinking about how many ways they could kill themselves with a coffee cup.
-four or so shameless brown-nosers asking the sort of inane questions that thrill the sort of simp represented by the...
-one adjunct faculty member who is...
-flogging the room through a powerpoint slideshow for three hours.

oh my fucking pain.

at least it's air-conditioned and i can pick up an internet connection. small victories.

now back to contemplating the many ways i might violently employ my styrofoam coffee cup....

'round these parts...

back to summer-long ed. ma grad school shenanigans. happily, this will not be the week-long eight hour slugfest that was last summer's experience...but i'll still have to interrupt my drinking, reading, playing, passing out on my roof, to show up for this nonsense from 8:30am to 4pm twice a week.

almost feels like punishment for being bad.

at least i'm not grounded.

and ain't nobody taking my bike away for the summer.

to summer.

--november