I haven’t blogged in a while, because as others have said, I just don’t know where to start anymore. The world has gone barking mad. Abso-fuckin-lutely barking mad.
Here in my little kingdom, Covid has been over for a very long time. It’s rare to see more than a few people in a week wearing masks. The only thing we really hear about it are those whiny ass commercials ‘Don’t you worry now!” (Fuck you, I’ll worry if I want to)
We don’t hear much about Ukraine, just enough to go “Hunh?”
Apparently the laptop has been real all along but will the contents mean anything? How can 50 so called experts swear it’s a myth when they know full well it’s not?
Classes have started. “Submit all homework in Excel” was explained the first day, as well as how to obtain a free copy of Microsoft Office 365 – it’s not actually free, it’s part of their tuition, but do we expect them to know that? (I actually tell them that and they’re pretty astonished. Hey, all that shit you think the college is giving you? Remember that fee you pay? Yup, you’re paying for that shit whether you use it or not.) Fast forward to first homework assignment due – “I did this on paper, can I just take a picture with my phone and submit it that way?” How about no. “But……..” How about “NO?” Sigh
Maverick has chosen to forget everything he ever knew. Every. Bloody Thing.
Dear Maverick. The price of booze has gone as high as gas. Mommah can’t afford to drink as much as you’re making me do lately. Please get your shit together again.
I have enrolled in an online training course. It’s either that or strangle him and I love him so that’s not really an option. Pray for me.
Then there’s the slap. I kinda don’t care except everyone else seems to. My thoughts, and only mine – If I rolled my eyes at a joke aimed at me, my husband would laugh even harder. If my husband stood up and stalked towards the joker, I would have been yelling, “What are you doing?” If my husband had slapped said joker, I would have not been in my seat when he returned, I would have been leaving the building. If he felt I needed protection from words, he would have left that up to me. If he felt I needed protection from bodily harm, get out of his way.
I don’t think children need to learn about sex and gender in kindergarten. I think if you’re teaching that to children, you need to look in the mirror and ask yourself what the fuck is wrong with you? Can we please let kids be kids again? It’s not bad enough we shoved them into masks and told them if they acted like normal kids they were gonna kill grandma for two years. Do what you want but leave the kids alone.
I should be grading homework but I seriously need a TA. I hate grading homework. I suppose I could just not assign it? Nah, the powers that be wouldn’t be impressed. Sigh
Back to work