So I don't think I mentioned how I was accepted into a certain doctoral program. The disappointing thing about this certain program, however, is the heft of their admissions packet. That is, it consists of one generic page from the Director, a second more personalized page of disclaimer about how the moneys I gets won't bes for a whiles (I should haves my own moneys for at least a months), and then five pages of immunization documents.

I feel so welcome.

So these days especially it's not a good sign when it's been a week on this, and I haven't even posted on my kendoblog in about as long. With conferences Thursday night, a mysterious neckal injury which incapacitated me, a fever all weekend, andyet more shenanigans today with the N/W running never/whenever, it's a miracle I'm still conscious. It's just been a bad bad week. Luckily, Wifey has taken care of me. Otherwise, I shudder to think.

So I am deeply exhausted, but can't resist the last two episodes of Day 1. Tonight's episode was just great.

It's decided--Friday I'm bringing mawari-geiko to my class. I just need to somehow figure out how the hell I'm going to get the blocks to signal the end of each practice. Luckily, I think that the activity I have in mind, which is focused on "similar equations" will actually allow for a meaningful mutual practice. What I will of course emphasize that this is not a competition and it's all about mutual progress. Math begins and ends with rei. Or ought. I do have my misgivings, as there are groups (most ethnic girls) who really don't get along with each other. But we'll see.

So this weekend posed me with a number of tasks:

grading 75 projects
report cards
recommendation letter, for myself
fellowship application
short paper on an urban issue
lesson planning and unit planning for the far future

but after sleeping in a little on Saturday, and then a little more, I ended up passing out and getting absolutely nothing done, which was further abetted by my decision to start watching all of Season 1 of 24. I've now gotten through all but the last three episodes. It's been a lazy weekend indeed, and I think that part of this avoidance and finally continuing to put things off is due to the fall out from my annual review now nearly two weeks ago--the feedback was just so damn positive, and the subsequent conversation with my principal which ended up lasting an hour and a half of my lunchbreak earlier this week just left me feeling like such a fake, especially after I unsuccessfully wrapped up another three-week project with my classes--I am far from an adequate or master teacher. I barely manage, somehow, sometime.

And yet, when I compare...

shudder...

We'll see. This week will make or break me, but the most annoying thing I think is the holes in my practice schedule.

So absence always brings plenty of news:

After Wifey's birthday bash Friday, I passed out at Rob's, staggered home drunk, woke up at 6am, and took three hours of math testing completely hung over. I had forgotten that a graphing calculator was required, so I had to throbbingly falsify graphing calculator graphing windows, and to try and compute logarithms and trig ratios by hand. My tour de force: to approximate ln 5, I remembered that ln 2~0.693 (as any good personal investor should know), and then that ln 2^10 = 10 ln 2 is approximately ln 10^3 = 3 ln 10. So ln 10 is about 2.31, so ln 5 is about 2.31-0.693, which is about 1.07. Whew.

NCTM rejected my article. So it's going to take some rewriting &&& shopping around.

Golden China, the bastion of cheap, affordable, soft-chicken Chinese food ever since I moved to Astoria now nearly four years ago, has closed, replaced by "Bangkok Tasty." I am optimistic, but I must always wonder, what happened to Scooter, Scooter's cousin, Scooter's cousin's wife, Scooter's fat older nephew, Scotter's not-so-fat younger nephew, and even Scooter's replacement.

My annual review is tomorrow. Should be fine, but we'll see.

Wifey and I dined last night at L'express, and tonight at pollos mario. My kendo is suffering, but Wifey ought not.