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on days like these
Mar. 1st, 2005 10:02 pmDo you ever have those days when you can feel your IQ dropping by the minute because you're ridiculously tired?
To borrow a line from Kerstin, this afternoon was one of my not-so-shining moments.
I had been playing around in my head with a clip of the title song from the original Italian Job, "On Days Like These" sung by "the British Frank Sinatra," Matt Munro. I had spent a good portion of CrWr trying to figure out why the heck it was in Italian. When coming home I finally realized when pulling into the garage that the film is set in Italy, so it's not terribly surprising that the title song would be in the location country's language.
My brilliance is absolutely astounding.
I almost feel sorry for all of the freshmen whose essays I have looked over, because I've probably told them something terribly stupid. I'm really starting to get annoyed with all of the jolly symbolism of A Tale of Two Cities; thankfully this is the last essay to be written about the book. And then we get to those French coal miners of Zola's...
I swear I wrote much better as a freshman than some of these kids I help. Sorry, but it's true. It's the old proofreader/editor in me who wants to go teach them a few basics about writing essays. For God's sake, can't they learn how to spell "Monsieur"?! Most of these girls take French! And I'm going to scream if I see another "This quote shows that..."
To borrow a line from Kerstin, this afternoon was one of my not-so-shining moments.
I had been playing around in my head with a clip of the title song from the original Italian Job, "On Days Like These" sung by "the British Frank Sinatra," Matt Munro. I had spent a good portion of CrWr trying to figure out why the heck it was in Italian. When coming home I finally realized when pulling into the garage that the film is set in Italy, so it's not terribly surprising that the title song would be in the location country's language.
My brilliance is absolutely astounding.
I almost feel sorry for all of the freshmen whose essays I have looked over, because I've probably told them something terribly stupid. I'm really starting to get annoyed with all of the jolly symbolism of A Tale of Two Cities; thankfully this is the last essay to be written about the book. And then we get to those French coal miners of Zola's...
I swear I wrote much better as a freshman than some of these kids I help. Sorry, but it's true. It's the old proofreader/editor in me who wants to go teach them a few basics about writing essays. For God's sake, can't they learn how to spell "Monsieur"?! Most of these girls take French! And I'm going to scream if I see another "This quote shows that..."
