Oh Heebie, I feel your pain, I really, really do. My favorite is her disclaimer: "Third parties sometimes get uncomfortable when I gawk in utter disbelief at my math students, thinking 'Heebie would be shocked if I were in her class. I don't remember any of that stuff.'" And it's true - I know sometimes when I rail about my students my friends try to remind me that, you know, math is hard! But most of the time I'm pissed because my students were clearly just not listening. You, dear reader, may not have had a math class in a decade and may have forgotten what a summation sign is. But my students are, allegedly, paying thousands and thousands of dollars to sit in my class with their eyelids propped open and have seen no fewer than a dozen summation signs several times a week for several months. They should recognize one! etc.

In other news, my dad continues to demonstrate that he is cooler than I am, and probably than I ever have any hope of being. I know I've said this before, but it bears repeating. I'm reconstructing my music files on the new laptop, and putting together a playlist, and I just realized that nearly every song on the list is something Dad sent me (Wolfmother, the New Pornographers, Rock Kills Kid, My Morning Jacket, Bloc Party). Granted, I am just cool enough to know I like these bands, so I'll just convince myself that it's because he has more disposable income and therefore has gotten around to obtaining albums by bands that I already knew about. Yep, that's it, I'm sure.