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'i had a akkident! boo hoo! : (
Oct. 16th, 2002 08:57 pmThis morning i got up as usual. Got dressed as usual. Took the dog out for a ride/run as usual. But somehow it was different. There seemed to be more security people out and about. That made me a bit nervous. There were fewer cats. That made Max happy. We did our usual route. We went past the Iranian bakerey again and i realized i forgot my money for bread. Saturday, i'll stick some change in my shoe and get some on Saturday. Tomorrow i am sleeping in. 4:30 mornings 5 days a week are enough for any person.
We were on the down hill, literally, slide to home, rounded the last corner and i spied two cats under a truck. i don't think Max saw them. He ignores all the cats but the black halloween kitty dance cat. The cats seemed to be ok, but just as we got beside the truck they both skittered out and right in front of Max who was trotting alongside me. He was startled and veered into the front tire of my bike.
He fell and yelped. i fell and cried out nasty assed words to those cats. i landed on my knees and have the road rash to prove it. i came down left palm first and the heel of my left hand is swollen and rashed and sore as hell. The handle bar went into my ribs just below my right breast and i am now sporting a bruise the size of Rhode Island and some more rash where it scraped. Fortunately i was so busy today i didn't have a chance to sit down so my knees didn't stiffen up on me. Unfortunately tonight i haven't done much and now they are. i should be in fine (NOT) shape tomorrow. Good thing i plan to sleep in. i hope that letting me sleep in is also in Master's plan. Even my back aches from the fall.
By the time i got up and back on the bike, he was in the parking area of the apartment. The good thing about the akkident is that it happened close to home. When i rode in to the parking area, Max was up on the entrance, but for building four, not two. He looked at me like i was some sort of mean person, but decided to come down and go up the correct steps with me. And of course he had to run into the apartment and tell Master all about how the cats and i conspired to get him. Hmphf....He wasn't limping. He doesn't have road rash all over his body. He just got startled. And he was complaining to Master.
Medicine is still trying to drive a stake into AHS's heart. The only good thing to come from all this is that the Deans have decided to have both cirriculi evaluated by a non-partisan third party. i wonder how they will look when they are told their courses are crap? Of course i'm getting all of this info third hand and it has been filtered twice by non native speakers of English. And since i am not a part of the first loop, by the time i get the news time has already passed and i have 38 seconds to get 4 years worth of work ready to be presented. Master and i talked of going to Afghanistan to work. It has to be less stressful there. It just has to be.
It's not that we don't have the material, but we are in the process of revitalizing the curriculum. One course that will be evaluated hasn't been taught for two years. We are in the process of redoing it. But i have to have the syllabus and objectives and goals and mission statement to the Dean by Saturday. Who knows when the third party will be evaluating it. But it has to be to the Dean by Saturday.
This is the week exams are due to be critiqued, the fifth unit of the book is supposed to be first draft ready, i have quizzes and papers to grade, and 24 essays. And i'm hoping to get whipped and beaten tomorrow. And the Dean wants four years of creative, academic, work ready by Saturday. Who the fuck does he think he is? Who the fuck does he think i am? i'll give him what i have and he'll be damned glad to have it. So there!
i need a drink! Barkeep?! A tangary and tonic please, with a twist.
We were on the down hill, literally, slide to home, rounded the last corner and i spied two cats under a truck. i don't think Max saw them. He ignores all the cats but the black halloween kitty dance cat. The cats seemed to be ok, but just as we got beside the truck they both skittered out and right in front of Max who was trotting alongside me. He was startled and veered into the front tire of my bike.
He fell and yelped. i fell and cried out nasty assed words to those cats. i landed on my knees and have the road rash to prove it. i came down left palm first and the heel of my left hand is swollen and rashed and sore as hell. The handle bar went into my ribs just below my right breast and i am now sporting a bruise the size of Rhode Island and some more rash where it scraped. Fortunately i was so busy today i didn't have a chance to sit down so my knees didn't stiffen up on me. Unfortunately tonight i haven't done much and now they are. i should be in fine (NOT) shape tomorrow. Good thing i plan to sleep in. i hope that letting me sleep in is also in Master's plan. Even my back aches from the fall.
By the time i got up and back on the bike, he was in the parking area of the apartment. The good thing about the akkident is that it happened close to home. When i rode in to the parking area, Max was up on the entrance, but for building four, not two. He looked at me like i was some sort of mean person, but decided to come down and go up the correct steps with me. And of course he had to run into the apartment and tell Master all about how the cats and i conspired to get him. Hmphf....He wasn't limping. He doesn't have road rash all over his body. He just got startled. And he was complaining to Master.
Medicine is still trying to drive a stake into AHS's heart. The only good thing to come from all this is that the Deans have decided to have both cirriculi evaluated by a non-partisan third party. i wonder how they will look when they are told their courses are crap? Of course i'm getting all of this info third hand and it has been filtered twice by non native speakers of English. And since i am not a part of the first loop, by the time i get the news time has already passed and i have 38 seconds to get 4 years worth of work ready to be presented. Master and i talked of going to Afghanistan to work. It has to be less stressful there. It just has to be.
It's not that we don't have the material, but we are in the process of revitalizing the curriculum. One course that will be evaluated hasn't been taught for two years. We are in the process of redoing it. But i have to have the syllabus and objectives and goals and mission statement to the Dean by Saturday. Who knows when the third party will be evaluating it. But it has to be to the Dean by Saturday.
This is the week exams are due to be critiqued, the fifth unit of the book is supposed to be first draft ready, i have quizzes and papers to grade, and 24 essays. And i'm hoping to get whipped and beaten tomorrow. And the Dean wants four years of creative, academic, work ready by Saturday. Who the fuck does he think he is? Who the fuck does he think i am? i'll give him what i have and he'll be damned glad to have it. So there!
i need a drink! Barkeep?! A tangary and tonic please, with a twist.
