The coveted summer teaching position is mine! Sure, it’s a comp class, but I can have health insurance without borrowing money from my parents!
Now instead of grumbling about not having a summer job, I can grumble about not having a summer job teaching lit.
Sorry for all the small-texted badgers lately, but I’m getting particularly grumpy at my current class. I have already put nearly 2 hours out-of-class into explaining this concept to a student, only to have him email me and ask me to explain it again.
And then the student asked for a sample paper. Seven hours before the paper is due.
Today’s badger meme brought to you by my candidacy reading list! Seriously, though, the best thing about this poem is what it teaches us about break-ups: that they haven’t changed at all.
No matter how many times you tell them, they will still slip these into their research papers.
giftofseptember-deactivated2012 asked: When will the badger speak again?
Fear not, I am still extremely grumpy. My computer has been having some technical difficulties, and grad school has been… well, being grad school, but I expect to be complaining frequently again in the near future. Look for new badger meme posts in the next week or two.
In the meantime, have you ever noticed how Billy Joel totally ripped “River of Dreams” from the 14th C. poem “Pearl”?
“Bot the water watz depe, I dorst not wade, And euer me longed ay more and more.”
“But the river is wide, and it’s too hard to cross. Even though I know the river is wide, I walk down every evening and stand on the shore.”
Coincidence? I think not!
I mean, in all seriousness, bodies of water have been representing the divide between this world and the afterlife/the beyond/something big and mystical for a long time, but I like to think that Billy was reading medieval dream vision lit, and decided to write one of his own.
I finally sawThe Adventures of Tintin. Overall, wonderful movie. Excepting that part where Tintin refers to a bit of writing from the 17th Century as “Old English.” Come on, people. Try.
I did not need this class. I have all my credit hours. I could have audited. I would not have a paper to write now.
Sometimes you get to the end of the term, and theoretically, your final paper is just exactly the kind of thing you should find fascinating, but you cannot bring yourself to give a single damn about it.
