I think some kids used to spell that "sike." The middle school set is not particularly well known for its knowledge of Greek roots.
We got totally psyched today. A place where G has progressed through the initial stages of a faculty search sent us a big, fat envelope. I called him, all worked up. No rejection letter is that big, right? He had me open it while he was on the phone.
It was the notes of all the students who had been at his guest lecture.
I'll pause while you take in the weirdness of that.
This place bewilders me. But I really want him to get the job there.
Happy belated Thanksgiving, by the way. I have been cooking for what feels like a week and am looking forward to my turkey sandwich in a few minutes, white bean chili tomorrow and not doing any real cooking for several days thereafter.