My calculus students had a test yesterday. Having now graded them I understand, like never before, the meaning of the word “futility.” Their logic is not like our Earth logic.
My future elementary school teachers had their test today. About forty minutes in to a fifty minute period, as I was begininning to get nervous that no one had yet handed it in, one of my students asked if I was angry at the class when I wrote the exam. Everyone else then noted they were wondering the same thing. Get the idea?
At least we get a week for Thanksgiving, starting at the end of business on Friday. I’ll be visiting the ‘rents in New Jersey, then the cousins in Pennsylvania on Thanksgiving day. I’ll be making the guacamole. Three mashed Hass avocadoes, Two roughly chopped Roma tomatoes, One finely diced rib of celery, One finely diced jalapeno pepper, A handful of chopped cilantro, The juice of one lime, salt and curry powder to taste. Combine. You are not ready for anything so delicious. Just make sure you have thick chips.
Sadly, blogging is going to be low priority until I return. See you then!