maypirate

So much of my flist is already aware, but Steve Irwin died via Stingray to the heart today, and it is a sad day. We had to know it would end this way, but godspeed, Mr. Irwin.

The Crocodile Hunter is dead, long live the Crocodile Hunter.

In other news, of an equally bumming-out bent, I may not be fit for academia because half the readings I was assigned turned out to be boring as sin and largely irrelevent-seeming, so clearly I'm missing the mental capacity to figure shit out.

Also, the pain is visiting again, and I've triggered the bleedies two weeks early by being a moron. Bleeeeh.

A friend of mine,

mikkeneko, just had her second teaching experience ever, and her JTE conveniently didn't show up for the class. Essentially, he left her alone and has said things like her job is "to teach the class and give us regular teachers a break, ha ha."

Yeah ha ha that's not funny.

He is, unfortunately, also her supervisor. Who should she talk to so this doesn't happen again, or is she going to have to kill him? Did y'all ever have this problem? Check it.

And right. Good for me for getting up at 9:30 today. The path to adulthood is spreading out before me.