Titles are for Losers

So last night amidst live jazz by undergrads and the excitement of the Red Sox winning the series (take that Yankees!) Matt the TA and I came to a wonderful conclusion. We shall move to Boston together and write wonderful literary analyses. Is that how you make that word plural? I don't know, I just teach English. We would ride the subway, drink at the Scottish pubs, and use talk of participles and alliteration as foreplay. So maybe I made up that last one, but I'm sure he'd be game. I've also decided that the Speardane must drink White Russians more often. He gets giddy. Me? I've found I can get quite a buzz with only one drink when I haven't eaten all day. Such a cheap date am I.

We've had a plummer here for the last two days so that we may have another bathroom where the boy may catch up on his reading. *Note: there was a time at the old place, with the paper thin walls, where I would insist that he make some kind of noise while he was in the adjacent bathroom so that he would not interrupt my reading. I suggested a tuba. It didn't work. Anyway, while I was picturing an Al Borland-type figure clad in plaid (hehe), I was pleasantly surprised to find that the plummer was rather a sexy ex-hippie kinda guy. And he wore a sweater. I was almost hoping I'd see him bending over the fixtures.

Note: I read my midterm evals from the students today (yes, the ones who I swear pay no attention to me and are learning nothing and are rather bored with everything I do), and apparently I am the bestest Englilish teacher in the world. And I'm fun. And I make them feel free to voice their opinions (except for the kid who said he/she was often afraid to answer questions in class for fear of being ridiculed (which he spelled wrong--dumbass!). Now, why would this student be afraid I'd ridicule him/her? I just don't understand. And, as always, I had the couple students who said they've learned so much grammar--and then they spell it with an "e". Ahhh...can't win 'em all.