Priceless is...
Dr. Epstein pacing up and down the room, ranting
"MISS FISHER! I'm horrified that you would suggest such an injustice!---Extra credit INDEED!!!!"
Let it be known that Dr. Epstein has an utter aversion to any suggestion of extra credit. He finds it (and I loosely quote) preposterous that a student can compensate for sheer laziness by going to a special event or watching a movie or something silly like that. (There's no mark greater than 100%, after all...)
So, today, when he ruined his grading system by throwing in four marks for an essay question (Aristides the Just), it came about that his test will have to be graded on a scale of 2000 points. Two thousand. No smaller number will work nicely and evenly.
All because of four measly points.
Moreover, it took quite a while to come to this conclusion.
Well, I was getting bored of the deliberation. The conversation was growing tedious. So I piped up, with (as usual) a brilliant suggestion.
"Dr. Epstein, couldn't you just keep your old grading system, and throw in the essay question for (ahem) Extra CREDIT?"
And he obliged me by growing quite animated, pacing around, and ranting on the subject for almost twenty seconds.
As I already related, it was priceless.
Well, here's some brief news. Papa is in Knoxville, Mama ain't doing well. Mutti's still here, and she's hustling around, trying to compensate for Mama and Papa's absence. (botany with the children, math and English with Christa, driver's ed. with me... not bad for someone who just turned 86, eh?) Tack's working clinicals at Renaissance Assisted Living Center, and she loves it, and wants a job there, etc... Apparently, the Alzheimer's patients are about as easy as they come--for the most part sweet (but very absent-minded) and solicitous people. I'm still doing the part-time university deal, and am proud to report that as of TODAY, I have learned EVERYTHING in both Greek and Calculus that I will EVER learn (until possibly next fall).
This is wonderful, because I'm about burned out.
Last Saturday, Tack, Ruby, and Pearl had their Irish dance performance with the Jean Hill School at the Arts & Heritage Festival. I ended up playing intermission tunes on the fiddle. It was fun, easy, my first time with a microphone, and also---very chilly. Tack and I have decided that over the summer we're going to make up a fiddle 'n jig act of some sort... just for fun. We're letting Ruby join only if she learns the pennywhistle. :o)
The munchkins are going to town with the botany studies--their crape myrtle cuttings came up beautifully out in the front yard, and they planted a redbud today.
Finally I'm thanking God for the rain. Brother1 and Brother2 have been bummed because it's canceled almost all their soccer games and practices, but I'm not complaining. Our neighbor's pond has finally come back! The grass is lush and green, the wheat fields are doing well, and the world is lovely. After wildfires and burn bans, crunchy brown grass, scarce hay supplies, and low-to-no water supplies in the little towns around here, the rain and damp weather is a beautiful change of pace.
Thank you, Lord.
"MISS FISHER! I'm horrified that you would suggest such an injustice!---Extra credit INDEED!!!!"
Let it be known that Dr. Epstein has an utter aversion to any suggestion of extra credit. He finds it (and I loosely quote) preposterous that a student can compensate for sheer laziness by going to a special event or watching a movie or something silly like that. (There's no mark greater than 100%, after all...)
So, today, when he ruined his grading system by throwing in four marks for an essay question (Aristides the Just), it came about that his test will have to be graded on a scale of 2000 points. Two thousand. No smaller number will work nicely and evenly.
All because of four measly points.
Moreover, it took quite a while to come to this conclusion.
Well, I was getting bored of the deliberation. The conversation was growing tedious. So I piped up, with (as usual) a brilliant suggestion.
"Dr. Epstein, couldn't you just keep your old grading system, and throw in the essay question for (ahem) Extra CREDIT?"
And he obliged me by growing quite animated, pacing around, and ranting on the subject for almost twenty seconds.
As I already related, it was priceless.
Well, here's some brief news. Papa is in Knoxville, Mama ain't doing well. Mutti's still here, and she's hustling around, trying to compensate for Mama and Papa's absence. (botany with the children, math and English with Christa, driver's ed. with me... not bad for someone who just turned 86, eh?) Tack's working clinicals at Renaissance Assisted Living Center, and she loves it, and wants a job there, etc... Apparently, the Alzheimer's patients are about as easy as they come--for the most part sweet (but very absent-minded) and solicitous people. I'm still doing the part-time university deal, and am proud to report that as of TODAY, I have learned EVERYTHING in both Greek and Calculus that I will EVER learn (until possibly next fall).
This is wonderful, because I'm about burned out.
Last Saturday, Tack, Ruby, and Pearl had their Irish dance performance with the Jean Hill School at the Arts & Heritage Festival. I ended up playing intermission tunes on the fiddle. It was fun, easy, my first time with a microphone, and also---very chilly. Tack and I have decided that over the summer we're going to make up a fiddle 'n jig act of some sort... just for fun. We're letting Ruby join only if she learns the pennywhistle. :o)
The munchkins are going to town with the botany studies--their crape myrtle cuttings came up beautifully out in the front yard, and they planted a redbud today.
Finally I'm thanking God for the rain. Brother1 and Brother2 have been bummed because it's canceled almost all their soccer games and practices, but I'm not complaining. Our neighbor's pond has finally come back! The grass is lush and green, the wheat fields are doing well, and the world is lovely. After wildfires and burn bans, crunchy brown grass, scarce hay supplies, and low-to-no water supplies in the little towns around here, the rain and damp weather is a beautiful change of pace.
Thank you, Lord.
posted by Unknown at 6:33 PM
3 Comments:
Oh, yes, thanks for rain! These long, wonderful, gentle rains that don't cause mass erosion or terrible flash floods, but make the grass so lush that it squeaks underfoot. Thank God.
Good to hear that things are well with the youngest and oldest members of your household. :o) I'll be praying for your parents.
Thank you for posting! I needed some news from "home"....
Oh, yes, thank the Lord for the rain! It's wonderful.
Hey, can I join if I learn the penneywhistle? :-)
MG: Yup. :)
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