Saturday, December 29, 2012

Visit to Ohio

I had planned on spending about a week in Ohio, but due to being sick the week before and a blizzard coming in the day after Christmas, I only got to spend about 3ish days there.

We rented a car to drive up. Lucky enjoyed the drive up very much. He seems to like sleeping in a car.

On Sunday I went to the Cleveland Museum of Art with my parents. They just remodeled the entire building and it's very lovely.
Unfortunately, not all of the exhibits are open yet. The Impressionism gallery was open though, and that's my favorite room there. The Cleveland Museum of Art is much better than any of the art museums/galleries I've seen here in Charleston.

There was snow on the ground for the entire visit to Ohio, which means we had a white Christmas. I forgot to take a picture of the lovely snow, but it shows up here in my attempt to take a picture of the Christmas lights.

Christmas morning was delicious with the standard breakfast of cinnamon rolls.
Don't worry, we put a simple icing on top!

The cats were very excited to open presents, as always.
During this time, Lucky was laying in the middle of the room trying to not fall asleep. He was failing at that and kept falling over.

Christmas night we had to leave to avoid the big snow storm. Driving through the mountains of West Virginia in the snow seems like an awful idea. Lucky, of course, slept the entire way back to Charleston.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

The Night After Finals


The Night After Finals
by Barbara Miller

‘Twas the night after finals and all through the lands,
Instructors were grading with slight cramps in their hands.
And everywhere students were huddled in fear
Knowing that their grades soon would appear.

Instructors were dreaming of a nice and long break
And some longing for all the naps they would take.
With a small glass of whiskey (or large one of wine),
They strove to get the grades submitted on time.

All of a sudden one erupted with laughter.
This next student’s answer was quite a disaster.
The textbook assigned, had they even read it?
Such nonsense was written; it got no credit.

Some students huddled by monitors aglow,
Others were in denial not wanting to know.
Few replayed their finals again in their mind
Uncertain of what comfort there they may find.

Many students were hoping beyond hope to pass,
Some without ever once attending the class.
Now one dubious student, he thought with a smirk,
“I deserve to have my grade without the homework.”

Some algebra, some physics, and thermodynamics!
Some English, some nursing, and celestial mechanics!
From the top of the class, to the ones who just slept,
Now they panic and worry. Mostly they fret.

With eyes starting to glaze from grading the things,
Instructors began to think what boredom it brings
To spend one’s whole evening grading and grading,
But they struggled on through. Their attentions were fading.

The piles were shrinking but not fast enough.
The answers were horrible, the grading was rough.
Some questioned their skill and ability to teach
And wondered why some students were so hard to reach.

Now onto the next exam, no, wait! Can it be?
The answers were right, and the grading: so easy!
The elusive exam brought joy to their hearts
And rekindled love for teaching… well, certain parts.

The night it was waning, the red ink running dry,
And everyone noticed the time passing by.
With the deadline approaching, so quickly it seemed,
New strength was given by coffee, not just its steam.

The last exam graded! Such joy could to be had!
Then thought many instructors, “That wasn’t so bad.
Well, sure some of them failed, but many did pass,
And that’s to be expected from this type of class.”

Most instructors entered grades online in a flash,
But some couldn't log in ‘til they cleared out their cache.
They had one more task to do, an email to write
To tell students they could view grades that very night.

The email was sent, their hearts held no sorrow.
They swore not to check email ‘til tomorrow.
Then some students were glad, some students were scared,
But all were curious to see how they fared.

The students quickly logged in to behold their fate
Some were quite happy; others just stared with bitter hate:
Inside an email their excuses would fester.
Finals are finished, ‘til end of next semester.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

A dog named Lucky

 Once there was a dog named Lucky. His favorite thing to do was sleep. If he didn't get at least 36 hours of sleep every day, he would be a very unhappy and grumpy dog.

Lucky liked to sleep on soft things. He liked soft things so much that he would steal them from people! The color of the soft thing didn't matter, even if it was pink! He just cared that it was soft. Sometimes he would sleep using one of his own soft things, like his stuffed doggie.

Lucky had a special blanket that he used for sleeping. It was given to him by a very special person. However, there was a rule for using the blanket to sleep: He couldn't lay on it completely, but he had to be touching it while he slept.

Most often Lucky just slept with one of his paws on the blanket. That way he would know instantly if someone touched it or tried to take it from him. No one was allowed to use the blanket except Lucky.

Sometimes Lucky would be brave and sleep with more than his paw or nose touching the blanket. He would would sleep with his head and two front legs on the blanket! The blanket was so soft and comfy. He loved it very much.

Usually when Lucky slept with his head on the blanket he would snore. His snoring was so loud that it could wake up a cat!

Whenever someone would wake Lucky up to make sure he went outside for a walk, he would stand still and look very confused. He never understood why he had to be outside when there was dreaming to do!

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