
In lieu of a post tonight, please to enjoy this brief email conversation between a student and I that actually happened this afternoon.
I love 8th graders.
The blog of Luther M. Siler, teacher, author and local curmudgeon

In lieu of a post tonight, please to enjoy this brief email conversation between a student and I that actually happened this afternoon.
I love 8th graders.
Because shit is too serious right now: you may or may not be aware that my wife’s mother passed away a couple of weeks ago after a long illness. I alluded to it here a couple of times but I don’t think I ever actually came out and said it. Do not bother expressing your well-wishes in the comments as I am about to spend this post making fun of my deceased mother-in-law and your sentiments will feel inappropriate.
My wife spent part of her day today helping her dad clean the house out, and in the process of throwing out a bunch of newspapers and magazines somehow came across this. I am seriously considering getting in touch with the President’s office over at Purdue on the off chance that the letter this is responding to is still in an archive somewhere, because oh my God how batshit crazy must the letter this is responding to be:

Kudos to President Beering, seriously; this is shade of the highest order and I am very impressed.
(NOTE: This was published, obviously, with my wife’s full knowledge and permission.)
So, spent the day staring at spreadsheets and a huge pile of disorganized incredibly poorly-photocopied documents attempting to make everything on the spreadsheet agree with everything in the documents. It didn’t, but it’s about 60 grand closer than it was this morning. Also, my eyes are bleeding.
Then met a couple of friends for dinner at a place I’ve only eaten at once. My mouth has felt funny and my lips have felt swollen since dinner.
Took a Benadryl.
Benadryl is the me-slayer. I could lick a Benadryl and the shit would knock me unconscious.
So, uh, yeah. Bedtime’s coming cray early tonight.
Cray.