I love Happy Bunny!
I tell my students that I am happy to meet with them and help them work on their essays prior to turning them in (they take me up on this offer maybe once or twice a semester).
Well, this morning some twit had the nerve to email his paper to me as an attachment and write “Please edit this and correct spelling errors by Thursday. Thanks.”
I went to college for 11 years for this.
My students have many issues which impede their academic success. Privilege and entitlement are seldom among them. I teach my people: the working class and middling bright. They are rude, but not like this. This is the sort of thing I’d expect from a frat boy at my first school.
I’m not going to respond until I’ve cooled off. He needs to be put in his place, but I can’t be too snide or abrasive. It’s unprofessional and an abuse of authority to treat students with disrespect, however much they deserve it sometimes.
Must. Calm. Down. SERENITY NOW! I’ll go get Parrot and put her on my desk. She always makes me feel better.
These people have the cutest Indian Ringneck parrot in the world.
One of my readers, Mike, identified the uniforms in the previous blog post as being from the film War Horse, set in World War I.
My opinion is that the movie generally sucked–Spielberg is very emotionally manipulative and sentimental, though he has produced some excellent work–but there was one great scene that justified the price of admission: the horse running through the trenches.
I’ve never seen anything like it.
Note, in the beginning, the juxtaposition between the horse and the tank. The horse is the only life, surrounded by all that metal. It’s like when John Steinbeck describes the tractor and the tractor-driver as being all armor and metal before it bulldozes down a hour in opening pages of The Grapes of Wrath.
We empathize with the horse because he becomes the avatar for the plight of the soldiers.
I also found this scene, which is beautiful to look at but seems unrealistic to me. I understand the decision to not show the carnage and dead screaming horses flopping all of the ground…but would they really attack the German camp with swords? In that day and age? I thought they phased that shit out before the Revolutionary War.
When did rich dudes who could afford it stop learning fencing and swordsmanship?
I’ll look that up today.
And check out this time capsule! God, the footage!
This lucky man has the most beautiful husky dogs in the world and his house and kid are pretty awesome, too. I watch all of his YouTube videos with an odd mixture of joy and grating envy. I wish I was there and playing with his dogs and he was making me pancakes! Why can’t I be normal like that?