I might be a little high...
Today, there were a surprising number of students that actually showed up for classes. I was impressed. So impressed, in fact, that I let my class of primarily seniors color with crayons.
You have never seen thirty young adults be so excited over a box of 64 Crayolas in your life.
They were sharing them, asking "Who's got Jungle Green!?" and "Dude, don't take all the good ones, I don't wanna have to do mine in brown!" The absolute best part was when their fifteen minutes were up and I announced it was time to start applying communication theory to the assignment, there were AT LEAST six people who hissed, "Nooo, just one more minute!"
I have therefore come to the conclusion that hungover college kids like to color.
I didn't celebrate St. Patrick's Day. Or rather, I celebrated by teaching my evening class and going home with a horrible shooting pain in one arm. I pinched a nerve by sleeping wrong, and it's been hurting so continually that I was actually nauseated earlier tonight. Then I took a muscle relaxer.
Now, all is right with the world. HAND ME SOME CRAYONS!
You have never seen thirty young adults be so excited over a box of 64 Crayolas in your life.
They were sharing them, asking "Who's got Jungle Green!?" and "Dude, don't take all the good ones, I don't wanna have to do mine in brown!" The absolute best part was when their fifteen minutes were up and I announced it was time to start applying communication theory to the assignment, there were AT LEAST six people who hissed, "Nooo, just one more minute!"
I have therefore come to the conclusion that hungover college kids like to color.
I didn't celebrate St. Patrick's Day. Or rather, I celebrated by teaching my evening class and going home with a horrible shooting pain in one arm. I pinched a nerve by sleeping wrong, and it's been hurting so continually that I was actually nauseated earlier tonight. Then I took a muscle relaxer.
Now, all is right with the world. HAND ME SOME CRAYONS!