Thursday, January 20, 2005

New Stuff From Detroit

Finally a place to share things that are happening. Who cares? No one really. Hard to Blog when the middle schooler are looking over your shoulder and trying to figure out what you are up to but I must post something on this site now that I have created it during “study hall” time. The Kids are running amok in the computer room now. They have figured out their teacher is engaged in something that has diverted his attention away from yelling at them for checking their email or playing games or “screwing around” with the computers. A couple of them are bickering about friendships, which I should nip in the bud before it escalates into a shouting match. Only eighteen minutes left maybe everything will blow over and they will all just keep cool and leave early without so much as a word having to be said. If another teacher doesn’t wander by I am all set for the next little bit. So goes the rest of the day, so goes the year.

Today was listed on Monday as “bitter cold” for the five-day forecast. It was hard to believe when the temperature was ten degrees and was listed as “brisk”. Tuesday was listed as cold and was zero with a wind. Wednesday it was five degrees and snowing. So how does today come up with a description of “bitter cold”? Actually it was about 14º or so with no wind and not really too bad. Do these terms have any actual meaning? There should be some objective value associated with the terms. Bitter cold should freeze ones male pant trout off if only shielded in two layers of protection. Cold should cause your nose to run or your fingers to tingle or you have to wear sock. There should be some sort of a criteria associated with the term that people could associate with the words so they could sort of prepare for the day. Words like a long undie day or double up on the undies or break out the ermine jock strap would be of more value to me and maybe to others than “bitter cold” or “cold” what ever that means.
Oh, god, a couple of the little nipper are at each others. They couldn’t wait. Stupid. I would let them get away with about anything and they had to wreck it by yelling at each other and fighting and attacting my attention. Now I have to do something. I am going to nuke them. Haul them out and take them to the dean. Make an example of them. Don’t disturb me when I am engaged. Time to roar.

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