I subbed this morning for an instructor who had to go to a meeting, and it was a good experience. About half the class showed up, and two of the guys sauntered in forty minutes late, but even so, I had fun being there and I hope the students did, too. I love my college so much I’d probably scrub the bathrooms if they asked me to, and post about how much I enjoyed it.

I’m getting ready to email the instructor and I hope she throws the book at the two latecomers, because they did not have a good excuse at ALL. Slackers. And, if all those no-shows don’t have a REALLY good reason for being absent, I hope she gives them zeros for the day. That is what we’re supposed to do at this level, anyway.

I’m not mean, honest. I am just a firm believer in everyone doing his/her proper jobs.

I was at school today from 7:30 a.m. ’till 9:00 p.m. I might be a little tired.

And it WASN’T my fault that the campus server blew up in the middle of my class tonight, either. Although the sparks were lovely. . . .

I’m home now, and there’s nothing quite like little cats curled up as close to you as they can get, purring away and twitching their long tails in dream-filled happiness.

There is no truth to the rumor that they only love me because there’s always a ‘mouse’ nearby.

Mamacita, Scheiss Weekly