We have entered the part of the academic year in which I find it hard to not strangle students. "Yes," I want to tell them, "I totally understand your problem, which is exactly the sort of problem you will laugh about in 15 years because it will seem so trivial. But, yes, I understand. I don't, however, care."
I say nothing because I'd like to remain employed, which is one of the few motivators I have left.
So, some pictures, while I grade more fucking papers, a few of which are late because it is hard to be 20.
The Mary Tudor progress:
Stunning, isn't it? I'll be done any day now, given my lighting-like speed. You don't want to know how long that little bit has taken. Oh -- and for scale -- that big pink thing is my finger.
Finally, proof that Trout and the new cat are getting along quite well, thankyouverymuch.
Maybe a little too well.