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Because I know everyone cares deeply on this issue, I’m happy to report that in a survey of 117 students, slightly less than half (46%) believe that they are “cute and cuddly and I lub them so much” while 53% feel “They’re antisocial and psychotic and I don’t trust them at all”. This difference is …
Continue reading “Sentiment on Cats Not Influenced by Student Level or Time Of Year”
A quick look at my Dropbox Camera Upload directory reveals that I take about 3-5 photos a day on average. They range from awesome to mundane, moments to remember, and moments that after a task is done, should be forgettable. But I save them all, because it’s too much work to weed through them and …
Continue reading “Musing: What Digital Pictures Mean for Us Psychologically”
With the new semester starting, I’ve had a lot of interactions with students as of late. Some are returning familiar faces, others are new faces that (in some situations) are new to college completely. They’re all undergraduates, taking 5 or so classes at one time, and many are trying to earn the highest possible grades …
Continue reading “Which is More Difficult? Being a Student or a Professor?”
My friend Christine posted this morning that it was her little girl, Michelle’s, first sleepover last night. Her daughter refers to her sleepover friend as a “friend” or “sister” and, as Christine points out “Occasionally as ‘brother’, but we’re working on pronouns”. A cute moment for sure, and it reminded me of something I bring …
Continue reading “Being a Kid is the Hardest Job You Ever Had”
I don’t watch the news. Saying that to someone will likely raise an eyebrow, especially since television is flooded with an abundance of news channels today. Growing up in northeast Ohio we had one local station that, by my count, had over a quarter of their broadcast day devoted to local news (if you’re wondering, …
Sam never claimed that she was the most ‘girlish’ of girls. If prompted, she could act extremely feminine, however her natural state was more tempered, less stereotypical. One area where she seemed similar and different to her peers came in her use of a cell phone. While most 20-year-olds are glued to their phones, Sam …
Five minutes ago was a simpler time One where I did not worry as much Then life changed to frantic from sublime Forcing decisions made in a clutch Five minutes doesn’t seem sufficient To turn one’s life upside down However fate appears very proficient It laughs as it knocks you around Five days action in …
“Tag it man – hurry up!” Javier stood there, staring at the wall. It was freshly painted, gleaming in a light grey. “I will – I just want to make sure it’s perfect” “Dude – it’s your tag – you’ve sprayed it a dozen times – just spray it again and let’s get out of …
His steel cold frame encompassed her as they darted through the forest. Above, a full moon shine down, shimmering off the leaves in quick glances of light, blurring past her as they drew deeper into the growth. She’d only known him for 25 minutes, but for some inexplicable reason only possible in love stories written …
The plant sat serenely at the side of the desk. Every leaf a memory of the passage of time. Every branch a marker of a period of its growth, periods the family had marked by hours or days or weeks or months. The plant marked them as they were – extensions of itself, new life …