It's One For the Money...

Well, no winner for yesterday’s contest, but partial credit to Jayfish, because I’m sure he knew it was Bangkok, even if he didn’t know it was Murray Head singing.

I had the first three in a row discussion sections today. I’m not sure how I’m going to handle this. By the end of the third section, I was pretty shot.

Oh, yeah – the class is in a room that is heated by the very furnaces of hell. Also, there is only one big table – which is good except that it sits about 16, and the maximum for the class is 18, which means there will be 20 in each class. Hehe – that’ll be fun.

On the plus side – section numbers one and two had some feisty people in it. They actually did the readings for the most part and seemed willing to do some of the critical work that we’re trying to do here. Section #3? Well, they seemed a bit molasses-y

Bonus trivia – If the home team is losing by a crazy amount of points, perhaps what you don’t want to yell is, “Keep it up, [home team]!” It’s kind of demoralizing, actually.

Ok, lyrics for tonight!

Do you remember those days hanging out at the village green?
Engineer boots, leather jackets and tight blue jeans
Oh, you drop a dime in the box and play a song about New Orleans
Cold beer, hot lights, my sweet romantic teenage nights