Tom is Away

it’s hard to respect dallas clark after this one…

rough morning for some reason.

sleeping soundly after eking out two very narrow fantasy football victories.

compiling all of my students’ worst sentences into a document that I can give to them tomorrow.

Driver Driver Driver!

just throw the damn ball to Donald Driver!

finally done grading papers (until I get more tomorrow).

"Anything you do, voluntarily, 232 times in your life, you have to love it, and you deserve credit for it." — Tom Jackson

I’ve been thinking for a while that I deserve credit for my love of sleeping.

fire jim johnson.

The coolest thing about class today was finding out that one of my students does a perfect Ray Combs impression.

The absolute best Freddie Mitchell story ever.

last week of real classes, here I come…

busy weekend.

grading papers, iguess.

my new favorite comment ever written on a student paper:

"In the future, try not to equate homosexuals to millions of murderers."

bad news: my students just didn’t care about a paper being due wednesday, and i’ve received 5 papers, plus 2 shitty 1-page summaries of what the papers would be.

good news: less papers to grade.

freakin tired.

up about 4 hours earlier than i’d like to be, for reasons I still can’t explain.

freakin’ mike bell.

sleeping, then very reluctantly waking up before sunrise

giving thanks, etc.