My students did a mostly admirable job on their visual arguments proving something about the economy and Detroit. I did hear the song, "They're Shutting Detroit Down," 12 too many times, but otherwise things were fine. That is if we forget that this is a second semester college-level English course and the following words were used in some presentations: holded, reception (instead of perception), and even gived. Seriously.
My son, the advanced math student knows better than to ask me for help. That may change now since he read a story problem to his strong math dad and they both puzzled over it while I, the math-impaired mother yelled out the correct answer. I have no idea where the answer came from, but I looked very, very impressive.
Before class, my students were discussing how annoying their friends are. They asked me if I ever got annoyed with friends, so I shared a recent story with them. They commiserated and then got very serious when one girl said, "Dr. Caution, I wouldn't let her sit at my lunch table anymore if I were you." As soon as I get a lunch table, I'll give it serious consideration.
In my second grader's class last week, the teacher held up a map as she discussed map directions. One of the girls, who wasn't paying one bit of attention, asked, "The Yukon! What's that?" Before the teacher could answer, a boy yelled out, "A vehicle, of course!" He wasn't trying to be humorous.
An acquaintance whom I hope will someday be a friend said she would like to start walking with me. The problem? She goes to the gym every day before work, so she is in fantabulous shape. Walking with her might very well kill me. Besides that, I would miss walking with Checkered who buys me something at Starbucks while we walk (think dark cherry mocha!!) and I would miss walking with my friend Jill of the quilted pictures who says one word for every 25 I say, thus allowing me to monopolize the conversation.
My phone has a wonderful feature which allows me to speak a Google search topic or speak a text message. Then the phone transcribes it into a written format. Unfortunately, it's not very accurate. Yesterday I tried to tell my son that he is a man of few words, but the message was transcribed, "You love you a lot."
Do you pull into your driveway or back into your driveway? I try to avoid the reverse gear whenever possible, and that is making it a real challenge to get out of my driveway each morning. I wonder if I could put it in neutral and just roll out?
Show and Tell:
When did your blog friends cross over from living in your computer to living in your daily life and hearts? I realized that had happened to me when I saw this last week and thought of you-know-who. Sorry, you-know-who. That it was a dumpster had nothing whatsoever to do with you being in my heart and mind.