||[Feb. 16th, 2006|03:01 pm]
You know it's time to graduate when you run into professors and the first thing they say is, "Oh. You're still here." Every time. Le sigh.|
What are the chances that I won't know the locations and spellings of all the countries in Africa between now and 5:45PM? As my time remaining approaches 0, I am fairly certain the chances of me not knowing approaches 1. And not knowing is half of the battle. The half of the battle I lost.
"Alabama, Alaska, Arizona, Arkansas...."
Go study, man! So you can graduate!
"California, Colorado, Connecticut...
Delaware, Florida, Georgia, Hawaii, Idaho, Illinois, Indiana..."
::sigh:: Oh, fifth grade.
(And Mr. Mip -- you know my favorite Suzy, I think!)
I do, indeed! How do you know her again? Either Chaz or Suz or both told me at some point, but I totally forget.... From Dickinson or from WCU??
From WCU. I met her in class, but she eventually became my secretary for NCTE!
And, yes, I also know Charlie!
Such a small world.
its also pretty bad that now when im subbing at my high school some teachers look at me going into the faculty room and are about to say 'excuse me, students arent allowed in there'
and i also get 'did you finish college yet' - um, yes, more than a year ago people! how young do you think i am?!
I'm currently student teaching, and when I walk through the halls I get asked for my pass all the time. Very frustrating. I also get yelled at for using the copier.
"Students aren't allowed!" they say.
"Teacher!" I exclaim, as I gesture pointedly at my ID badge that says so.
2006-02-17 03:51 am (UTC)