Three More Days

One of my students- who literally didn't do anything the first nine weeks of school- has recently begun trying. In the heading of his most recent writing assignment (a how-to essay explaining how to make their favorite food) he calls himself "The Mad Science tise." This is the first paragraph:

look this is my favorite food. so you need to liseing to me. Go to the stor and Buy a Gallion of milk. And get stome cornflaks and go home take out the sugar.

It made me really happy.

My voice, as it likes to do whenever I'm about to have some free time, has more or less abandoned me. My students, in their ever-caring way, asked such questions as "What's wrong with you?" "Why you talkin' like that?" and told me I sounded like a man. There was one of them however, who told me "I like you better this way, Ms. Craven."
Excellent. Glad my ailing vocal chords could brighten your day.

Watching The Daily Show and grading... Livin' the dream.