Ok ok, perhaps it was my karma getting me, but I have to admit I wrote a paper last week for my student assistant at Job #2 b/c she hates English papers, it was due the next day, and I love writing papers and essays! I very quickly read/skimmed Hawthorne's "The Birthmark" and wrote a quick paper for her. The topic: explain how the quest for physical perfection leads to tragedy in the story. I was insightful and articulate. I wrote my usual beautiful, long-winded sentences. It was fun! Besides, my student definitely got the gist of the story, she just is not good at writing--her prowess is math--so I didn't feel too guilty about doing her assignment for her. Besides, I left some stuff up to her to fill in, such as the MLA references. She promised to pay me in chocolate. Well damn it all to hell if she didn't get a "B"!!! I was incensed, chagrined, all that good stuff. Then I read the paper. Turns out she had rewritten some of my sentences in her own words and subsequently the grammar and punctuation were off, etc. Whew! She still wants to give me my chocolate, though.
Today I ate a ridiculous amount of wonderful Chinese food for lunch. I was driving all over tarnation with my boss, doing site visits, and we stopped off at the Chinese Community Center. My contact there volunteered to show us an excellent Chinese restaurant in the area--who were we to say no? She ordered for us and the food was hot, good, and plenty of it! Cashew chicken, shrimp, beef, spicy soup, rice, rice, and more rice. Ouch, my waistband.
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