(The Provo Crew: from left to right--James in front, Esther, Hugh, Leigh, Anne. Ian, Jana, Me, Shelley. Nicole, Annie, Ammon, Adam.)My dear friend Becca is a photography minor. One of her assignments was to portray an
abstract concept: "odd". So all of us got together and she took lots of pictures of us in different formation, and then she took out our eyebrows. It is amazing what no eyebrows does to one's demeanor. We were just supposed to stand there with no expression--and suddenly we all look alien and angry.
Anyway, what the post is really about is the effect of finals on students. Suddenly life is very different, like having no eyebrows. Everyone appears to be a little odd, districted, and distressed. This applies to teachers too. I dread finals just as much as you students do. That means that I am dealing with over-emotional, underfed, tired students who just want to be done--add that to the fact that I just want to be done too. Sigh...finals--the modern torture instrument of choice.
On the good side of things, Christmas is coming. It snowed down here and it was just lovely. I love snow so much! Everything is whitewashed and pristine--sparkly even, and you all know how I like sparkleys.
I am compiling another famous soundtrack--the seasonal soundtrack. What are your favorite Christmas songs by whom? Look forward to the final list when finals are over and then I am comin' home!
5 comments:
Finals are a dread. Why must it be? They loom in the hinterlands of our minds, through which we know we must pass someday. Just let it not be this day. Please not today!
The more I think about it the more neurotic I become, like the child dared to fling himself into the icy pool, but the very thought of such cold freezes him long before his skin's touch of water.
We know it won't be long and we'll have the warm dry towel. Why must we wait then? Jump me in! Then I can be out. This frozen mind is colder, sharper than any chilly pond.
Thad, this is lovely, it is poetic and sensitive. Have you been working on your "feelings"? I hope you have survived finals.
Thanks. My finals this year have been cake compared with the last three years. I only have one more and it's on Friday with Dr. Fronk. He's a great teacher and I'm not too worried.
I love Fronk. I am related to him. He is my dad's cousin. They have 13 children. He is actually married to my dad's cousin Monica--but we think he is great. He really helped my brother get through school and his inventions.
Cousin's spounses are so awkward to identify, don't you think? If somebody marries your aunt, they instantly become your uncle. If someone marries your brother, they're instantly your sister-in-law. But if somebody marries your cousin, what are they? Cousin-in-law doesn't sound right, but they're not just your cousin. ...it seems like there's a place for this person's title in the huge database table of english words, but that it's value has yet to be filled in.
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