I.Teach.In.California.
I am not tech support!
Fucking fucktard colleagues embarrass me.
Drunk.Never ever enough bourbon.
Also, never too much bourbon.
More papers keep arriving.
Many students absent; others asleep.
I should be asleep (now).
Jack Daniels is the best!
Five meetings today.
This literally happened to me earlier tonight. I still had 5 hours of grading ahead of me.I drove to a liquor store and went back to work. This shit is too serious for sobriety.
(well, not just grading, also editing and reference-writing, but you get the point)
10:48 on the West Coast. Still grading, seven hours straight now. Bourbon long gone. Need to hide some in the car.
Legions of the clueless.
Budget cuts, monkefighters.Alternatively:Inbox contains 56 unread emails.
team teaching. paranoid colleagues. Freshers.
RanOutOfBullets
They do not read ANYTHING.
Students want to be free.
Student sad. Chair mad. Beer.
It's only October? I quit.
Not following the fucking directions.
My colleague ate my stew.
Oh, dude. That is just WRONG. So very wrong.
It was very tasty. Thanks.
Students. Colleagues. Chairs. Deans.Fuck.
Students make up stupid excuses.
90 minute exam. No name.
Theft of soul by adjuncting.
My students won't DO anything!
Students read the syllabus. Not.
"There is class on Halloween??"Read the tea partying syllabus.
My balls ache. Really ache.
Mandatory professional enrichment seminars suck.
They're quite funny with bourbon.
Fab didn't make a graphic. ;)
Read the fucking syllabus. NOW!
Can't retire for 15 years.
I'm calling my daddy. NOW.
female gumdrop-unicorn "mansplained" my specialty
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Also, never too much bourbon.
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(well, not just grading, also editing and reference-writing, but you get the point)
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DeleteLegions of the clueless.
ReplyDeleteBudget cuts, monkefighters.
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Inbox contains 56 unread emails.
team teaching. paranoid colleagues. Freshers.
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They do not read ANYTHING.
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ReplyDeleteRead the tea partying syllabus.
My balls ache. Really ache.
ReplyDeleteMandatory professional enrichment seminars suck.
ReplyDeleteThey're quite funny with bourbon.
DeleteFab didn't make a graphic. ;)
ReplyDeleteRead the fucking syllabus. NOW!
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