Yes, I take it seriously. So I am there on time, I sign out my materials, I read what I am supposed to read, verbatim. I make sure I adhere to the schedules. Some others don't, so we had a faculty meeting after the late end of school. Four more days of that crap...basically by next Tuesday everything should be over and it will be time to coast to the finish line.
Our Jack Russell is pretty resilient. Our vet saw her today, and she seems pretty "normal" to me, aside from the missing eye and the big plastic collar. She has already adapted to the collar, and doesn't bang it on things so much. She has her energy, and really doesn't mind her pills, wrapped in some nice cheese singles.
Is it wrong of me to feel superior because I drive a manual transmission? Growing up, it was the accepted norm. Now days, it is a lost art. Still, when I climb the gears, or drop down, without a hitch, I get a little smug tug of satisfaction in doing it all so smoothly that the sheep driving around me probably don't realize I am doing it all myself.
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