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Teaching evaluations were released today for us to read. The evaluations consist of questions pertaining to my teaching ability, the benefits of the course being taught, and the importance of the course to the student's overall college experience. Most of it is a rating thing, as in "very much" or "not at all." That stuff is boring to wade through. But the comments the students get to leave...well, those are always interesting.

I just bought two tickets to see Flogging Molly at the Tabernacle in Atlanta for Valentine's. There's nothing that says, "I love you, honey!" quite like an awesome celtic band!

When I walked into Madelyn's school yesterday, she was sitting in the office looking rather unhappy. When I asked the teacher what was up, she insisted that Mad tell me what she'd done.

While watching Star Trek the other day:

After 34 years of marriage, my parents got divorced today. It took them a year and a half to get to the point where they could stand in front of a judge to tell them their marriage was over. Furniture has been divided. The house is being sold. And signatures are on the dotted line. It seems silly to me that these are the things to fight over. Furniture. A couch. An end table. That picture hanging in the hallway. After 34 years, these are the things worth arguing over, worth fighting furiously for. 

I think it's reasonable...well, except for maybe the Underwood.

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...watching my students work on their final group projects, I heard a loud sort of bang just outside our building. As a teacher on a largish campus, I now find myself worrying about school violence. I actually sat there and planned our classroom emergency procedure should a gunman ever enter our building. It included the shutting of doors, the turning off of lights, the straightening of desks, and the quick movement of students against walls hidden from view of the little window in the door.