December 8, 2011
Okay, I did it.
Managed to make it to the end of the term.
5.20 yesterday afternoon I was officially finished with the in class portion of the term program.
The learning/teaching portion.
That never ends.
For the next couple of days I'll be meeting with those panicked and/or studious students who want to make sure they do "everything right."
I'm fine with that.
So long as the desire to "do everything right" doesn't translate into obsession or nervous breakdowns.
Theirs or mine.
Now all that remains are:
50 Intro to crim exams.
50 Intro to crim papers.
45 Intro to qualitative research exams.
20 Intro to qualitative research interviews.
23 Advanced qualitative papers.
37 Crime and popular films papers.
And then it'll be time to be happy and jolly for the holidays.
Emily has been home for the last several days with the stomach flu.
Making for a very unhappy Em, as you can imagine.
Luckily she was home.
Because as she was reposing in her bedroom, listening to classical music with Reilley, she heard a deafening crash from somewhere in the downstairs area of the house.
Rushing as quickly as she could with a stomach flu, that is.
In the living room, atop the china cabinet, was a lovely hurricane lamp.
Or at least there was a lovely hurricane lamp there.
Until it met Dibley.
Who is deaf, so the crash of said lamp to the floor had absolutely no impact upon him.
But it certainly impacted the remaining four legged, hearing able creatures in this house.
So who knows what else will happen as a result of his inability to ascertain the repercussions of his actions.
Luckily, the encounter between the lamp and Dibley wasn't completely fatal.
The lamp base is heavy and nothing short of smashing against the side of a brick building with the strength of the Hulk could shatter it.
The top of the lamp, however, was not so lucky.
Fortunately for us, it was also not the original top.
It had also succumbed to some encounter or other at an unknown period of time, and what broke by the paw of Dibley was a replacement.
So we'll find another replacement.
And make sure that the lamp doesn't suffer another Dibley attack.
Or anything else breakable for that matter.
After hearing about Dibley's machinations, Stephen returned home and promptly removed all breakables from the living room area until our deaf Dibley "outgrows this phase."
Thing is, I don't know if he actually will ever outgrow his need to knock things over.
But I don't think Stephen is ready to hear that yet.
Title Lyric: Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit
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