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Monthly Archives: January 2013
Like many other small teaching colleges, Mondoville’s precarious budgeting is enrollment/tuition driven to a great extent, and over the years, this has meant that we’ve been known to “reach” from time to time, recruiting kids who we might not admit … Continue reading
The kid was gassed. No question. Mondoville plays a frantic, high-pressure brand of basketball, sending in waves of substitutes, and like the rest of his visiting teammates, the kid was worn out, and the fatigue had taken his toll. That … Continue reading
Although she’s just a sophomore, we decided to let the Spawn take a practice run at the SAT, so we woke up this morning at what she called “Stupid O’Clock” to get her to the test site, which was at … Continue reading
At least I think so. And besides, I’ve just always liked the song. Happy Saturday, gang!
I’m teaching my 7 Deadlies course again this term, and as part of it, my kids teach mini-lessons on various topics connected to the subject matter. Today, one of my favorite students did a presentation on Pope St. Gregory I … Continue reading
If they’re remembered at all, German rock group Trio are recalled for “Da Da Da Da (I Don’t Love You You Don’t Love Me Aha Aha Aha)” which was later used as the soundtrack to a VW commercial. But I … Continue reading
The Cincinnati Bengals are my favorite NFL team, which historically has meant that I’ve grown used to poor-to-mediocre football (although the last couple of years have shown some promise). Some of those bad teams were the Bengals at the millennium’s … Continue reading
As I was watching the morning news a few minutes ago, I heard about an unfortunate incident in a county to the North of Mondoville. It appears that a man stabbed his wife, for which he has been arrested. However, … Continue reading
In retrospect, I suspect high school was pretty hideous for everyone, and I’m not going to pretend that I was a more egregiously wounded fawn than many of my classmates. I didn’t really fit in — although as time went … Continue reading