My two guys took THE ENTIRE TIME. They didn't need to, but they did. I ended up having to kick them out at 6:30, when the exam was supposed to end. What I literally said was, "Okay, finish up your sentence; the exam is over." When they didn't stop writing, I said, "We're done, guys. Turn in your exams, NOW." That got their attention, they turned in their exams, and walked out the door. Fella who owed me a paper...never said a word to me about it. Here's the kicker: I sent him an e-mail Monday afternoon (the day he supposedly sent me the paper via e-mail), letting him know I hadn't received it yet. He didn't open the e-mail until Tuesday evening (our mail client allows us to see this information), and then he never replied to it. So, he gets a 0 on 20% of his grade, which brings him down SEVERELY. He was an A student. Not so much anymore. I have a strict "no chasing students" policy, and when I e-mailed him to tell him I had not yet received his paper, that was the extent of my chasing goes. It's his grade. If he has a problem with it, he can contest if he really wants to. He shouldn't want to, because I'll automatically win, considering I have records of attempting to reach him.
Well, that's done.
So, I was tired, feeling utterly hypoglycemic (I was actually concerned I'd pass out on the drive home), and annoyed. But when I walked in the door of my apartment, a surprise awaited me! :)
I knew Robert and I were going to go see Pineapple Express, but what I didn't know was that he had cooked us dinner--chicken with rotini, salad, and a glass of pinot grigio. I walked in the door and he's sitting there with two plates of food and two glasses of wine, and all I could do for a full minute was stand there with my mouth wide open. I was so happy that he went through all that effort to feed me and to help make me feel better. Last night was all about mental recovery, hehe...take care of Amanda's tummy and then take care of Amanda's sense of humor.
I'm so at peace right now. Over the past couple of weeks, I felt these little thrills shiver through my body that would usually accompany anxiety. I haven't had that feeling since I walked in the apartment last night. I dreamed that Robert and I were married...and I was so reluctant to wake up. I know our relationship isn't perfect because we're not perfect, but there are times when it sure does come pretty damn close.
I love that man for so many reasons, and especially for how well he takes care of me.
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