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Oh, 101 kid. Somehow, when I've spent the past two months pumping out nearly 30 pages, and have the prospect of 40-50 more in front of me, your angst over a four-page paper fails to elicit any sympathy.

(Oh god, their next papers are due on Friday, and then I made a homework assignment due on Monday and an extra credit assignment due Wednesday, because I am an idiot. I guess I'll be spending my October break grading.)

In better news, I got the course time I wanted next semester. Woot! It's Tues/Thurs at 12:40, right before the class I'm taking (a Modernism seminar). Yes, this means I might very well be able to arrange my schedule so that I'm only on campus two days week, although with office hours and journal work, that...does seem unlikely. I can probably swing three days a week, though. Maybe I'll try and cram everything into Tues/Wed/Thurs so I can have long weekends.

"I sound my barbaric YAWP over the roofs of the world."

Showed my students Dead Poets Society tonight. Not many came (ohhhh, there's gonna be a quiz on Friday), but of those who did, I got more than a few "OMG, this is my new favorite movie!"s, which was gratifying. (Thanks for the suggestion, vallentine!) I was sort of surprised that so many of them hadn't seen it before; as I recall, we watched it at least three times in high school, and perhaps even once every year. I think we may have watched it in middle school as well. I must tell them about watching that movie with my fellow Pezzers and then going out and yawping into the night at Kenyon.

ETA: I just looked up the movie on Wikipedia, and...one of the boys grew up to play Dan Rydell on Sports Night! Ha! No wonder he looked so familiar! (Also...seriously, that was Ethan Hawke? I had no idea.)