The Hellish Handbasket

Good news (at least to some, not sure who exactly, maybe just my mother). I just uploaded the massively wretched tome, the first draft of my...

As the teachers left yesterday after day classes, they wished each other a happy Easter. One said, “Have a happy Easter, if you celebrate Ea...

My phone rarely rings during the week. When it does, it's almost always telemarketers. Despite the fact that I am registered on the nati...

It's war at the Love Shack. Dueling stereos are shaking the woodwork. I'm being pummeled by New Order, bass on high. I don't kno...

Three weeks into the term. The evening Human Resources Management class, the one that was having trouble last week, got on track and started...

My indefatigable dissertation chairperson saved her comments for Chapter 3 of my dissertation. Why am I surprised: She is a self-proclaimed ...

A recent graduate at the career college called my boss to tell him she got married. She also told him to expect a call from an employer seek...

After a hellish first week, the new term at the career college is.... I can't think of any words to describe how this new term might unf...

Here I am, skulking back to my blog after being outed as a closet optimist. I've had some interesting feedback on the whole sordid exp...

Yesterday I drove to the campus in Wilsonville for our quarterly in-service. Some time back one of the program directors thought it would be...

One of the consequences of embarking upon the journey toward an advanced degree is that some parts of life must inevitably receive less atte...

I've been sneezing off and on all day. It could be a reaction to the piles of dust and cat hair that continuously roil about the Love Sh...

For the past few hours I've been working on the introductory chapter of my dissertation proposal. This is the chapter that contains ob...

I just finished the weekly task of grading the work of my keyboarding students. They are required to type and print a variety of asinine doc...

There's a new noise to complain about at the Love Shack. It's a more or less continuous high-pitched whine, like a blow dryer or a d...

Today after my two morning classes, I dutifully joined an assembly of 40 or so faculty and staff in a two-hour safety session. I yawned my w...

I've been buried in my literature review almost every moment I haven't been working, sleeping, or attending a meeting. I forgot the ...

Does detoxification invite the unexpected? There's a question for you. I'm supposedly in detox mode, thanks to the shenanigans of my...

It's always an adventure when I visit the naturopath. What will he do to me this time, I wonder. Will he stick me full of needles? Will ...

Chi? I suppose I should write it as qi. Would you have a clue what I'm talking about? I don't, but apparently I need more houseplant...