(hey, if this is popping up as a new entry on your favs, sorry, I'm "de-privatizing" most of my old entries and the title dissappeared on this one)
Our Ag-Science instructor sat with me and some others at lunch in the cafeteria today. He was talking about how he makes his students hand-write essays; no word-processor print outs or anything. And in their own hand-writing. His philosphy is that even if they got their girlfriend to write it, they at least had to learn something when they copied it down to turn in. He said they always ask "How long does it have to be?" His answer was "Like a mini-skirt." We all waited for him to finish; I couldn't imagine how an essay could be like a mini-skirt. "Short enough to keep my attention; long enough to cover the subject."
He's one of those funny ole country boys. He had a big gash on the back of his hand that was bandaged with gauze and duct tape. He and my Mom were in school together back in the day. Mom and I look alot alike and he said when he first saw me on campus here "it was like falling in love all over again," (referring to a crush on my Mom).
I kind of hate to admit it, but it's kind of been a relief now that Big Daddy's gone. Things are getting accomplished in ship-shape. I'm not resentful for being the one showing up to work day after day while he stays home with one excuse after another, raking in the big paycheck while I do his job. Or lots of people counting on him to get some things done, him not doing them and not communcating them to me, then the people come in pissed off and me having to take the brunt of it. Now they just tell me in the first place and it gets handled. Period. Lots of people had already figured that out before he was ever gone. But now it's across the board.
Our President came to talk to me today. My VP and the Executive Finance Guru had already had talked with me about intermediate plans, et. al. But the president felt like she needed to assure me that people don't loose their jobs here just from allegations made by students. That the allegations had not been proved or disproved. It was the things they had discovered on his computer during the investigation that did him in.
I knew he had been kind of digging his own grave for a while. He was spending college money irresponsibly for his own use, hardly ever showing up to work. And being pretty blatant about it. I think he was burnt out and couldn't just walk away from a good job; he needed to be kicked out of it. I feel sorry for Little Mama though. She was very proud to say her husband was the Dean of Students at the college. She's angry at him for taking that away from her, especially with scandal attached to it. But he says they're doing fine and he feels a lot of relief.
I told the president that I understood and even though Big Daddy and I have been friends for a long time, I wasn't resentful as long as the right thing was done. She said they were certain that the right thing had been done.
Several of the sophomores in my dorm graduated with their Associates last Friday. All my other girls are still here taking finals. I gave all my graduates these cute little cards with glittery flip-flops on the front. Inside each of them I wrote that cool quote by Denis Waitley about happiness and then also a personal note. Most of the cards I just handed them in the halls or left on their pillows. They all came to find me later at different times and gave me hugs and thanks. Sweetheart saw a few of them carrying their luggage out and was sad and shocked that they weren't just living here with us from now on. When a few of them were hugging her and me, one girl said in her college girly way "Oh, I'm going to cry," so Sweetheart started saying that too every time she saw another girl with her luggage. She never did really cry or get too bummed out, she just wanted to be girly.
I bought her a pink and purple fishing rod so she can go fishing with us this weekend. Probably on Mother's Day. She's had a few of those cartoon character fishing rods but they kind of suck for actual fishing. Now she has one just like mine and Camoboy's except for the color.
Wow, I was only going to tell about the funny Ag instructor and then go to bed early. Oh well. Good night all.