By that time of the year of course I mean the time of year when professors everywhere find themselves drowning in - or smothered beneath - or perhaps crushed by - papers written by underslept and overcaffeinated undergraduates. In addition to the despair arising from the sheer volume of work, there is the bonus despair arising from the revelation that many students have not been significantly influenced by all that their longsuffering professors have done to rescue them from their academic mediocrity. On the bright side, as this gem from one of my many, many, many Anthro 1001 student ethnographies attests, academic mediocrity is sometimes very funny:
"They all wear t-shirts that have La Bella's logo and the phone number for deliveries on the back of it, and caps in order to cover their hair for sanity purposes."
I should wear hats more often.
Hats like this one:
Gretel by Ysolda Teague, knit in the regular size with two balls of Bouton d'Or's Ksar in Encre. Because this is also a knitting blog.
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If you thought your paper's comments were funny:
"The A section [of Byrd's 5 voice mass] is nine measures in length and begins with a Soprano theme, then spins four other imitative voices which enter in a menstruation canon style."
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