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my students answers on their muscle practical are making me weep. (All they have to do is tell me the name and on occasion what motion the muscles have) I had FIVE in a row score less than 40%. One of them told me the brachial plexus in the armpit was a lung. A LUNG! And there was one who did even worse, barely getting 25% on a test that is mere identification and they had a word bank.
I might have a few less in my class next semester. I train health care professionals. I am NOT going to pass them (which gets us more funding in the long run) because these people might have to one day save someone's life.
On the other hand, my pre-meds all scored 100% on this same test except one who really...let's just say no matter what that student thinks they're not friends with science.
Mom is a bit... unhappy or disappointed. The auction house sold grandma's stuff or at least some of it (mom couldn't look at it without crying so...). It went for 300$. Not bad BUT she's a little mad that the 1950s kitchen set which is one of those collectible things didn't go for more (it was predicted to and she's a little mad at herself for not putting a reserve on it). The issue was the people who specialize in that sort of thing couldn't get out to the house in time...but could have because the insurance writers held it up for three weeks. Ah well. It's over and done with (barring the stuff in my storage units, both of them because I'm going to need to do major overhauling here to move in the stuff I took from grandma's place).
Today was a picture of what I'll be doing in hell: I never left this computer except to grade and what I was doing here was making exams and I still have 30 papers and one more test to go. Weeps.
Today's music was on when I was in the tub listening to Sirius radio. This song was my gateway into symphonic and classical music. When I was 17 I had to interview for a full ride scholarship with about a half dozen others in my class. They took us out to eat at Houlihan's (where I picked up a love of strawberries with sour cream and brown sugar) and to the Top of the Tower (a restaurant at the top of the US Steel building in Pittsburgh) where I had cherries jubilee for the first time and the last thing we did was strange really. They took us to the ice capades at the civic arena and this song was one of the ones they skated to. I looked everywhere to find Ravel's Bolero and found it in a small record store on vinyl. That opened the flood gates. I was probably the only college freshman with a membership to the Musical Heritage Society which I kept until downloading drove them out of business. I have more symphonic music than anything else in my vast collection. Bolero was the first and still one of my favorites.
I might have a few less in my class next semester. I train health care professionals. I am NOT going to pass them (which gets us more funding in the long run) because these people might have to one day save someone's life.
On the other hand, my pre-meds all scored 100% on this same test except one who really...let's just say no matter what that student thinks they're not friends with science.
Mom is a bit... unhappy or disappointed. The auction house sold grandma's stuff or at least some of it (mom couldn't look at it without crying so...). It went for 300$. Not bad BUT she's a little mad that the 1950s kitchen set which is one of those collectible things didn't go for more (it was predicted to and she's a little mad at herself for not putting a reserve on it). The issue was the people who specialize in that sort of thing couldn't get out to the house in time...but could have because the insurance writers held it up for three weeks. Ah well. It's over and done with (barring the stuff in my storage units, both of them because I'm going to need to do major overhauling here to move in the stuff I took from grandma's place).
Today was a picture of what I'll be doing in hell: I never left this computer except to grade and what I was doing here was making exams and I still have 30 papers and one more test to go. Weeps.
Today's music was on when I was in the tub listening to Sirius radio. This song was my gateway into symphonic and classical music. When I was 17 I had to interview for a full ride scholarship with about a half dozen others in my class. They took us out to eat at Houlihan's (where I picked up a love of strawberries with sour cream and brown sugar) and to the Top of the Tower (a restaurant at the top of the US Steel building in Pittsburgh) where I had cherries jubilee for the first time and the last thing we did was strange really. They took us to the ice capades at the civic arena and this song was one of the ones they skated to. I looked everywhere to find Ravel's Bolero and found it in a small record store on vinyl. That opened the flood gates. I was probably the only college freshman with a membership to the Musical Heritage Society which I kept until downloading drove them out of business. I have more symphonic music than anything else in my vast collection. Bolero was the first and still one of my favorites.
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