Of course, I should've known it was a sign of things to come for the day.
You see, I'd created this fantastic little jeopardy game for the class I TA for. It was the last day, and instead of doing a wrap up that might leave them teary eyed and even more tired than they already are, I thought, "Hey, let's do something fun! Wouldn't that be great!? And then they can get some extra credit to boot."
That was the wrong decision. They were all so point hungry they turned into raving animals. Do NOT TRY THIS THING AT HOME kiddies. Or don't reward the winning team with extra credit, because they will cry foul play on eachother, howl to the rafters when you nix points because you accidentally skiped to the answer slide when they were answering, and complain complain complain that they're being missed, that they're under points, that they're... somehow being cheated of EXTRA CREDIT. It was a circus of nightmare proportions.
The only good thing was that I still kind of had fun with it. Honestly. It's scary but true.
However, the sexy yummy tasty day didn't end there - oh no - today we got a presentation in our grad seminar from a woman who is so literal I actually compared her in my head to Bush this morning. She's about that analytical too. And we were reading this fantastically weird and wonderful story by a Japanese author named Edogawa Ranpo (it's a made up name based on the japanese pronounciation of Edgar Allan Poe). First we got beat up by this guy who wants to be a professional translator (always fun having someone from outside your class just pick you apart) and then we had to listen to the most boring woman in the world present on the history of mystery writing in Japanese literature.
Now here's the thing: Edogawa is known as the king of Japanese mystery, it's true. BUT, he was also a member of this awesome group in the 20's & 30's that wrote erotic-grotesque-nonsense (ero-guro-nansensu in the Japanese). And THAT'S what this story was - a fantastic dream piece about changing bodies and frenetic dances and wandering in the woods of one's unconscious. It had NOTHING to do with mystery writing at all. So what does this woman's presentation focus on? MYSTERY WRITING.
It was frightening because I had to actually quell the impulse to bang my head on the conference room table.
However, the day is done. I did manage in the last 15 minutes to slip in jouissance for the hell of it, so it wasn't a total loss.
Then I forgot where my car was parked and ended up walking around the entire school to get back to it because I'd walked to one parking lot on one side of the school, realized my mistake, then walked back to the other. Inane, I tell you.
I think I've learned my lesson - no more presidential speaches in the morning. It's just wrong.