It's Late

I gave the writing diagnostics today. There were, of course, the usual moans and groans.

Here's the horrible things for today: I had a student show up on Monday for the M/W class who DIED yesterday.

I got a horribly non-sympathetic and austere -- is that the word -- no, I think I mean antiseptic -- whatever -- not heart-felt -- e-mail from the University informing me that there was an opening in my much sought-after (time slot) class.

So the space was filled by a foreign exchange student who is auditing my class -- she was brought in to teach fuckin' Indonesian??? How in the hell does one teach "Indonesian." Aren't there like 300 languages and dialects in Indonesia? Is there even such a language .... Chris?

Whatever. The Wednesday night group is going to be a hoot. Over half of the students went to Catholic schools. Go figure -- not even one adult-returning student and only 2 commuters. Several of my students are from the Aurora area -- and a lot -- a LOT from the city.

One of my students informed me that she has recently acquired Tourette's Syndrome. Wow. She's more than freaked out about it ... but ... the NIU band director diagnosed her. Um, can we say "see a doctor?" I don't think I'd be running off on what the band director says. Hell, I didn't even listen to my Optomitrist. I got opinions from 4 more doctors before I even started to believe it.

On that note -- the Lyme disease test was negative. I feel a bit relieved because it was the last remaining possibility (that I know of) and now that it is out of the way, I can just move on. My face is still asleep -- and it comes and goes in the strangest ways. Again -- whatever. I'll call my doctor tomorrow and try to get in to see him when he comes back from the fargin' Himilayas. He'll probably jack me up on steroids again -- not a pleasant experience so I'll try to get some work done before that happens.

John called tonight and I tried to call him back three times -- kept getting a "this number not in service message." I called one last time and then got his voice mail. I'll try to catch him tomorrow.

Eventful day for a day where nothing really happened.