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Ugh.

(This is not a complaint, just an observation.)

You know that point when you’re writing a paper and you’ve been thinking and writing for a really long time, and you know exactly what you need to write but you just can’t bring yourself to keep writing? I am in that place right now. Ugh.

On the other hand, I must say that I am extremely pleased with how productive I’ve been today. I have been locked in my study carrel in the library since about 10:20 this morning, and I’ve written almost 6 pages. For those of you who are counting (I certainly am), that’s fewer than 2 pages per hour but more than 1 page per hour. Not bad.

Also: I’m showing my students Nanook of the North tonight, which should be fun. And then there are the Oscars. So I guess I’d better go and force myself to write another few pages before I have to move on to other things for the evening. . .

“A thousand pages of sheer excellence.”

That is how a certain professor some of you know characterized his new scholarly edition of a certain Shakespeare play, a copy of which he had just received in the mail from the publisher and which he showed me (and let me touch!) when I dropped off my graded exams today.

Every time I talk to him, he says something that makes me love him just a little bit more.

I am sure he is correct (about the sheer excellence, that is). Let us all take a lesson from Professor K. about how to effuse confidence about our work.

“Hector was not a Greek.”

Well, the grading is done. Okay, all of the grading isn’t done, but the batch of Shakespeare exams I got on Friday is (I just got a batch of my own students’ papers today…).

The title of this post is my favorite of the comments I wrote in response to a large set of abysmally incorrect answers to one particular passage identification question. Whoever it was who had written that answer had clearly only read the Cliff’s notes, and he/she hadn’t even done that well enough to figure out who was a Greek and who was a Trojan (a pretty important issue in Troilus and Cressida).

Grading these exams is kind of weird. Usually when I grade exams, they are written by my own students, and even if I grade them anonymously, I can usually tell whose they are by their word choice, ideas, and sophistication. But this Shakespeare grading gig is just a side job, and I never ever meet any of the students or even sit in on the classes. So where I normally have a lot of context for the ideas that are scrawled across the pages of the blue books, in this case I have literally none.

Grading with no context can actually be pretty fun, though, especially when students make funny mistakes or write strange messages to their mysterious grader. I always make a list of these surprising and amusing finds, and I thought that once again I’d share them with you. I should make it clear, before I list them, though, that I fully recognize my own capacity to make similar mistakes. In-class exams are a very weird thing, and the time pressure combined with a general lack of sleep are more than enough to produce the kinds of mistakes I discovered in these exams.

Still, they’re pretty funny.

Here are some of the spelling mistakes and malapropisms:

  • “glimps” (some sub-class of woodland creatures?)
  • “Laertese”(a technical language for over-zealous, vengeful sons?)
  • “subcumbing” (I’m not even going to try on this one…)
  • “fidelious” (??)
  • [and, the one that takes home the prize:] “Ophallia” (I couldn’t stop laughing when I read this one. Oh, I thought, how appropriate in so many ways…)

Students also find some interesting ways of articulating their ideas when they’re embroiled in the mid-term pressure cooker:

  • “This passage is one of many where Hamlet chews his mother out for being somewhat of a whore.” (As Tiffany has already observed, at least she isn’t a total whore.)
  • [Again about poor Gertrude, the partial whore] “She simply desires sex too much and can’t wait to be with Claudius.”
  • [And more broadly...] “All the while I was reading these plays throughout the semester a thought that [kept] coming back to my head was, I wonder if Shakespeare had really bad luck in love?” Indeed.
  • [And explaining Caesar's decision to stay at home] It was “on account of” Calpurnia’s “statue-bleeding dream.” Very succinctly put.

Finally (and this one makes me kind of sad), someone wrote me this note at the end of her exam: “Sorry, This is awful. I have a fever. Perhaps you’ll have a good laugh?” It wasn’t actually all that bad, and I admit that this little note convinced me to have mercy on her.

Behold.

Here’s an update on my earlier post about the demise of my family’s lake cabin.

Here, for those of you who don’t remember, is what the cabin looked like:

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Here is the house-in-progress as of this weekend:

Rad.

Clearly, I am going to get a lot of dissertating done this summer…

Cyclones 63, Jayhawks 61.

That’s right. Winning streak extended to 7 games. 4 against ranked teams. 3 of those on the road. Oh yeah.

I can only assume that my post about Freddie Hoiberg and the glory days of ISU basketball exerted some force in the universe and propelled the Cyclones to their shocking road victory over the No. 2-ranked Jayhacks, uh, I mean Jayhawks.

You had probably better scroll down to this morning’s post and sing/play the fight song again.

The Mayor

Clearly, there has been a little bit too much religion on this page lately, so here is a change of pace.

Yesterday I learned that Freddie Hoiberg, Minnesota Timberwolves forward and my all-time favorite basketball player, is currently leading the NBA in three-point shooting. Go Freddie!

Some of you know that Freddie was the star of the Iowa State Cyclones’ basketball team in the early and mid 1990s. He grew up in Ames and led the Ames High Little Cyclones to the State Championships. He was so popular that he repeatedly garnered write-in votes for municipal offices and soon earned the nickname “The Mayor”. (E.g. “The Mayor hits a big three from downtown!”) Apparently they still call him “The Mayor” up in Minneapolis, which is kind of funny.

I was looking all over for a good picture of Freddie (who now, in his NBA maturity, goes by “Fred”. But I can only think of him as “Freddie”.), but I couldn’t find anything really good. I was also looking all over the place for my very own autographed poster of Freddie from his ISU days, but I can’t find that either. So here’s the best I can do:

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(Mom and Dad, have you seen my Freddie Hoiberg poster anywhere??)

So now I’d like you all to join me in a rousing rendition of the ISU fight song:
O we will fight, fight, fight for Iowa State,
And may her colors ever fly.
Yes, we will fight with might for Iowa State,
With a will to do or die,
Rah! Rah! Rah!
Loyal sons for ever true,
And we will fight the battle through.
And when we hit that line we’ll hit it hard ev’ry yard for I. S. U.

(Click here to hear the ISU band play the fight song.)

They’re everywhere!

I turned on a Tivo’ed episode of David Letterman to listen to while loading the dishwasher. Dave was introducing Kelly Rippa (who, incidentally, was my favorite character on All My Children back in my middle-school ABC soap heyday), and he made an interesting slip when he tried to promote her sitcom.

Instead of calling the show (which, by the way, appears from its advertisements to be absolutely wretched) by its official title Hope and Faith, Dave called the show Faith and Grace.

Paul Shaffer quickly corrected him, but the more important discovery: David Letterman is clearly a closeted Lutheran!

Ahem.

Overheard last night at a pizza place:

Young Woman: “I have to write a position paper for Mr. So-and-so’s class tonight.”

Young Man: “Hm.”

YW: “Yeah. I’m going to have to write it from somebody else’s position.”

YM: “Why?”

YW: “I can’t write about anything I feel passionate about in two double-spaced pages. [DUH. isn't it obvious? I am so thoughful and deep.] So I’m probably going to write about something religious and quote the bible a lot.”

The teacher in me felt like barging into their conversation to point out that condensing one’s passionate ideas into two double-spaced pages was probably exactly the point of Mr. So-and-so’s assignment. But I let it go. Sigh.

It’s kind of sad, though, that to a Mad-town high-schooler’s mind, the “positions” of “religious” people are so much simpler than those of (I assume) “liberal” or “open-minded” people that the former can be easily and fully expounded in two double-spaced pages while the latter obviously cannot.

And Today…

Keeping in mind my resolution to keep on the sunny side, here are some good things that happened today:

1. Pot roast. Mmmm.
2. Roses. They smell even better today.
3. Iowa State won.
4. I actually printed and photocopied tomorrow’s handouts today! (This never happens.)
5. Will and I both managed to wake up before 8:00 a.m.!

And the BEST thing about V-Day…

Which I couldn’t include in my post because just as I thought of it my battery died:

2 dozen roses from Will waiting for me when I got home. Very beautiful, very fragrant, very romantic.


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