Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Thank You.

It was real sadness that - after consulting with Fab and a handful of other veterans from RYS and CM - I have closed the blog today.

I believe that the blog did a lot of good. The archives will remain up at this location.

The great majority of folks who have visited here have extended incredible kindness. I have been changed by the experience.

If I failed Fab and the rest of you, please accept my apologies. I did what I could for as long as I could, and despite options to keep the page open, we all felt that it had run its course.

Of course there will always be online options for college proffies to vent, and I hope that the enterprise started in 2005 at RYS will continue in some form.

I have made dozens of friends amidst the misery, and those of you who know me know how to find me.

Leslie K.




Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Nothing New

Three pages.  Easiest thing we read all semester.  Short, simple amuse bouche for them to practice on before we get to the meat.
In Hell, all images
are left-alligned

Jason, how would you summarize the problem this essay addresses?  What question is it wrestling with?
I didn't read it.
Maryanne, how well would you say the author succeeds in answering this question?
I didn't read it.
Blethbracht the Desolator, why do you think he used that example there instead of a different one?  Do you think it's apt?
I didn't read it.
Lilliachrath-She-Demon-of-Anguish, why do you imagine there's this strange little digression before page three?  What's the point of that?
I didn't read it.
Shathan-Ur, He-Who-Flees-the-Light, do you think this author could be fairly characterized as a Platonist, or not?
I didn't read it.

And I looked out at their blank, cold faces, met their empty and pitiless gaze, and realized the truth.  I was in hell.  Hell is today's class, every day, forever.

bad haiku anthem for the first monday in february

it's yesterday's news,
but many different rodents
have predicted an

early spring--or an
elongated winter. that
defines everything

we know: every
option is correct, whether
we account for the

relative or the
bias or the bluster or
the sane or the sound