i will be taking over another graduate class this fall… family illness… combined with the utter terror my fellow lit profs have when it comes to the P word… and i’m not talking about P-Diddy nor P-Funk (and the two should never be used in the same sentence ever again… unless it’s to state the obvious that doesn’t need to be stated, like P-Diddy can’t hold no court when the Parliament’s in town.)

so, i will be overworked and most likely have grad-school type all nighters, for a bunch of MA students who could careless… or better said, who care until reading and study impinges on their time to pah-tey.

i hate to say it, i hate to say it…

but this semester might just be the scrappy-little G-dog dragging in the readership, gnawing on their cuffs, licking their faces, rolling over to be scracthed, peeing on their firehydrants.

unless, the two-time father-C starts blogging about his wonderful family or some such stuff…

on the plus side, i will only have to teach one class next semester.

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