Have I mentioned that I hate Daylight Savings Time? I hate having to get up an hour earlier, and once the days are longer, it will barely be dark when I go to bed. Experts on sleep deprivation and sleep patterns argue against this stupid man-made artificial time alteration, and I concur. Of course, it would help if it wasn't gray and rainy and chilly and depressing outside, but that's neither here nor there. I always hate the time change. I'll hate it again when we change back in the fall. Now that the changes occur earlier in the season than before (it's okay to kill a few more children who are waiting for buses in the dark, as long as the athletes get a few more hours of sunlight to play their games in the late afternoon), well, grrr.... Whose stupid idea was this, anyway?
I have to enter midterm grades, but the university website isn't letting me get on. Oh, well. Not my fault, right?
I've spent the morning (well, the noon, if I'm to be more exact) hunting for things for my Justice in Literature class. Last night I dreamed, in one of my worst teacher nightmares ever, that I was teaching that class in this auditorium that had to share space with another class. I couldn't conduct my class for the noise coming from the other class. My students kept coming and going, with no sense of when the class began and ended. Further, I was teaching a novel I'd never read. Obviously that dream inspired my choice of clothing for today. I'm wearing my pink t-shirt that says "I will not yell in class. I will not throw things in class. I will not have a temper tantrum in class. I will always be good because I am the teacher. I am the teacher. I am the teacher...."
This is excellent napping weather, but it's not good for much else. I suppose I could grade some more essays, but hey, I'm on Spring Break. That, and $1.55, will get me a tall cup of Pike's Peak coffee at Starbucks.
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