How many funerals is your niece going to have? (Semi-Long)

[K'Z'K]

The sob story excuses are a real problem for me, too. As a teacher, my students love to weasel out of late penalties and such. Since I've started teaching online, I've gotten more detailed and elaborate excuses (I guess it's easier to lie through the computer screen than when you have to look someone in the eye.)

I hear about so many deaths, illnesses, abuse, etc -- it's so difficult to deal with. I feel bad for a student is actually experience those things. But equally, I am disheartened that some people can lie about these tragedies so easily.

This tendency of college students to experience tragedy just before exams led to a brilliant 1990 paper by a biology professor in Connecticut: Dead Grandmother Syndrome. It's got numbers and everything, so it's clearly true.

-K'Z'K

[RetailWorkhorse]

Heh. You and I should get together and talk about our crushes; we seem to have similar tastes.

^-.-^

Really? In-ta-resting! Okay, if I said Sean Connery you'd...?

[Andara Bledin]

Really? In-ta-resting! Okay, if I said Sean Connery you'd...?

*squee!*thud*

I'm sorry, what was that?

^-.-^

[Magpie]

I was always partial to "Radar" O'Reilly and Father Mulcahy, myself.

Don't really care for them as much until second/third season. The "we started mass without Father" in the desk episode is so plausible, because he's such as wuss early on. And "My name is Walter." is possibly Radar's best line every.

This tendency of college students to experience tragedy just before exams led to a brilliant 1990 paper by a biology professor in Connecticut: Dead Grandmother Syndrome. It's got numbers and everything, so it's clearly true.

Yeah, and this is why I'm so ticked that both my major problems this term(friend's suicide, breaking my foot) occurred right before exams. And that is a brilliant piece of work.

[BookstoreEscapee]

I had a regular "customer" (I use quotes cuz she never actually bought anything), an elderly lady, whose husband was constantly "in the hospital" and he would get books as gifts to keep him occupied. Somehow they were never what he wanted to read, I guess, cuz she was always trying to return them. Oh, and they were all clearly well-read. Occasionally something would be in decent enough shape that we would take it back under the Bargain ISBN (if it had one) but the majority of the stuff we refused.

She did this every month or so over a couple years, at least. The husband died at least 3 times, too.