This term has been really crappy.

I mean like super crappy. Super DE DUPER crappy.

On the outside, I have taken three rounds of different antibiotics for two types of infections – one a gash and another a spider bite.
I (allegedly) bumped into a lady’s rental car at the therapist’s.
The start of the term was punctuated by storms and swings of weather.
— The generator worked, thank goodness, but the cold too hot too cold too hot — really — caused a lot of aches.
There are movies I was psyched to see – like Barbie and Cobweb – but I probably won’t see them now. (I think there was a King movie adaptation I wanted to see too but it performed poorly.) Although I think Barbie is going to be on HBO. I’ll definitely catch it there.
Dr. S continually plays with my mind medication and insists I go to her office for weigh-ins and Dr. P, the primary care, does the same thing.
— Oh no, that doesn’t make me feel insecure or apprehensive at ALL.
It feels like Jason’s job is a quasi-dumpster fire although he’s valiantly waging against that.

In class… This is where the crap goes into a light brown aluminum can that becomes deep brown and chunky furthermore it was consumed.
Within the first week, I was called (via email) a bouquet of censored worthy names by two students with the third one chiming in a week later. They, of course, took their displeasure to their advisors who took it to my boss who took it to her boss who took it to who the f* ever.
– Deep brown chunky stuff runs downhill so I was being sloshed both ways – online and by phone (although I never answered so these came through as text) – and had my job threatened multiple times. This is a job I’ve held with this college for over fifteen years.
— And, of course, during this time the lady I (allegedly) hit in my truck was calling three or four times a day. I answered her once – her very first call – and subsequently ignored or flat-out refused all other attempts at contact.
—– I had turned in the police report to the insurance company. She needed to contact them, not me.

Out of the three creatively name-calling students, one was placed in a different class.
One stayed until completion. The third just vanished somewhere around the middle.
– I never heard from the first one again, thank goodness.
– The one who vanished really vanished. Good riddance.
– The remaining one flared up again during the last week with similar threats and insults. I guess he just wanted to remind me of how I’m such a white racist b***…
How he knows I’m white is beyond comprehension as I never post a picture of myself – and his stereotyping is one of the reasons why. Rather, my profile picture is a black and white cat.

As a bonus parting gift, I have to carry a student for an extra week.
This is a week that I won’t be paid for, of course, but is part of my contract. I am thinking that her excuse, hospitalization, might be legitimate as she turned in everything until the last two weeks of class.
– The other student wanted to know how much she “appreciated” me because she failed the class by four points.

So.. as a rule, I don’t round.
The grade book does that automatically. Even if it didn’t round, I still wouldn’t do it. The grade is what it is.
Not everyone deserves a participation trophy. in college.
– It was her choice to be behind all term and not participate in the last discussion or the last reflection, both of which are 100% just for participating.
She did not do the work. That’s the break.

No love was lost there, for sure.
She’s not worth an honorable mention.

But… to add Cool Whip on top of this deep brown chunky shake, Jason lost his keys for the weekend.
We found them and I think I was more upset about it than him… but we found it and a lost credit card. That was lucky as it was found ten minutes after he noticed it was missing.

The cherry, however, is a doctor consultation this coming Monday.
We’re not 100% sure what’s wrong but we have an idea… a guess.. but for there to be a consultation and an in-person one – there has to be something wrong.

All against the backdrop of Trump’s Banana Republic charges, Biden’s lies, and ever rising inflation.
I expect gas to crest $4 within the next week or two as we’re only a dime off now.

Well, at least I have a souvenir.
The wound care doc said my gash will probably scar. It’ll make a great memento.

Hopefully, all this year’s crap was condensed and intensified so the rest of the rest of the year will be clear sailing.

Doubt it.
But, maybe…?