Wednesday Night Bullet Post - The Panic Edition
- Yep, this is The Panic Edition.
- I am scheduled to meet my newly adopted programming students tomorrow evening and I have still not finished all the preparation I need to do.
- For anyone who is counting, there are less than twenty-one hours between now and the start of that 2 hour, 45 minute class.
- I'd say that this is an appropriate time for panic.
- Why put off panicking until the last minute, I always say.
- Did I mention that I still have to prepare for my regular Friday morning students?
- Uh, huh.
- All semester long, I have been finishing my Friday/Monday preparation on Thursday evenings while Number Guy is at band practice.
- I kind of forgot about that Thursday evening utilization when I accepted the invitation to take on this programming class for remainder of the semester.
- Perhaps I should note that I haven't previously taught this class.
- Finished eleven of the twelve programming assignments in the adoption papers.
- One of them was so dead-easy that I re-read the assignment three times to be certain that I did not miss something totally obvious.
- I did not.
- The attendance records and other administrative stuff I received from the previous instructor is somewhat sketchy.
- At best.
- Sort of wondering what exactly he covered and how.
- I fear for my new students: their first exam grades made abysmal look like a step in the upward direction.
- At least I will be getting paid by the class, right?
- I wonder if the Powers That Be over at the college would care or even notice if I simply slung a universal coating of B+s around the room and called it "good".
- This here blog post and associated visit to the interwebs is my study break.
- Sometimes you really must have a break.
- Speaking of taking breaks, I tried to take a treat break earlier. I have been jonesing for a slice of cheesecake for two full days. Number Guy brought me home a slice from the local diner after dinner tonight.
- There I was, fork in hand, book at my elbow. I dipped my silvery tines into the creamy slice on my plate and sampled, expecting angels to serenade my taste buds in joyous celebration.
- This was the worst piece of cheesecake I've ever had on my plate.
- Tasted like the person who packed it up for take-out handled it with some sort of cleaning fluid on their hands.
- Wasn't just me: both Number Guy and Neatnik confirmed.
- Called the diner to complain. They promised a credit but Number Guy had to leave for a meeting. Tossed the "cheesecake" into the kitchen trash.
- Still craving.
- Laboring under a humongous hankering for cheesecake is not conducive to completion of classroom preparation...
So will my newly adopted students.
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6 yarns:
good luck!
NASTY about the cheesecake. :(
Good luck!
Okay. First off, bad cheesecake should be a felony. How can someone abuse innocent ingredients like that? Second, I'd hunt down the instructor (and I use the term loosely) who was supposed to teach the class and whack him around the head with a nice 3' length of 2X4 cut just for the purpose.
Well, I feel better. Hope your day goes smoothly and you find some edible cheesecake as a reward.
Yikes! Of course, I know you can do this. By now, you've already done it. And it sounds like the bar was set kind of low in some respects so you'll have time to get your feet wet. I'm not worried. They'll be so thrilled to have someone who is invested in the class that you will probably be tenured by week's end.
But the cheesecake? Now that has me right up in arms!!! Panic over bad cheesecake is perfectly acceptable...
Mmmm, cheesecake... I love making it from scratch, but recently (during a π-day pie-making marathon) I discovered that the Jello mix version in a ready-made graham cracker crust is a respectable option-- just put lots of fresh strawberries on it!
Is it wrong of me to have zoned into the Java :)
Sorry to hear you had a bad cheesecake experience. Hope you found some nice cheesecake instead and the class went well.
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