I am comfortably ensconced on the couch in my parents’ living room, with the dog curled up next to me napping in his cable-knit sweater. What? It’s Christmas. I believe the rule is that every creature great and small is required to wear a cable-knit sweater, preferably in red or green. Aren’t you wearing one?
Anyway, the break is proving to be very relaxing, especially since I have made the excellent decision to ignore student emails until school is back in session. It is my vacation, after all, and I should not be required to think about their whiny concerns. “Mrs. Vague,” they write, “I was just wondering [let it be said that no good email begins with someone's idle wondering] why my grade turned into a B….” I just read them and laugh — so much the better, I say, when the Princesses of Entitlement Kingdom get the message that just showing up to class does not automatically get them an A.
My favorite part of that email is the phrase “turned into.” As if far back in some mythical past she had an A and it was mysteriously transformed into a B. SPOOKY.
But enough about that! I am planning on spending the day with egg nog and pie. Hopefully enough egg nog to distract me from the fact that my parents seem to be getting crazier and more annoying with every passing year. Better go get a refill, then. I hope you are all having a lovely holiday, except for those who do not celebrate Christmas, of course, and to you I hope you will find an excuse to have pie and adult beverages anyway.
Ha, ha, ha — thank you for reminding me of the imperative to wear a cable-knit sweater today. Will hasten to oblige . . . :-)
Merry Chistmas.
And I accept your proposal to put the nog back in eggnog. I shall attend to that post-haste.
Alton puts the nog bag into the egg nog for you!
The nog bag?? In my egg nog?!?? There’ll be no nog-bags steeping in my egg nog!
But Alton’s got class: “School of Hard Nogs”. Heh. I love it!
Do not hold my inability to type simple words against Mr. Brown!
I asked my students to write a PERSUASIVE essay as to the grade they felt they deserved. What I found was that a quarter of the class had learned the art of persuasion. The rest were still unstudied kiss asses. I enjoyed giving the multitudes of B’s and C’s the little entitled minions deserved. And I also enjoyed giving the 6 A’s to the Students Who Tried Harder.
Sigh.
Now I must drink more wine. For I am visiting California. And one must do that here.
And nog to you too, Vague! It being hot summer over here, it’s probably not the best time to try a heavy hot nog, but all the best to you in your nogging experiences!