Friday, November 28, 2008


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.


SalGal said...

Dude, that is just not right! Don't they know it's against the honor code to tease like that???

Braden and Meredith said...

Oh, that is so nice of them and ironic that it ended up being about the cruelest thing they could do! What is this school?

Ana said...

You couldn't guess from Sally's comment? I was trying to keep it on the down-low, but it's BYU!

Dana said...


That is just downright torture. Kinda like dangling a big carrot before a rabbit.

DANG! I wanted something substantial!