My head is like a football, I think I'm gonna die
You know that feeling you get, when you're in pain but it's well-earned pain, and you wear it like a badge of honour? Like after a good day of rock climbing. Or after you've run a marathon.You know?
No, seriously I'm asking if you know, because I don't climb those kinds of rocks, nor have I run, like ever.
I have had a hangover before, however, and I imagine I'll have one again someday, and perhaps one of those will be worse than the one I have right now, though at the moment that's inconceivable to me. It hurts to type. But I embrace the pain, because it was well earned. My first semester at USJ is over, my 207 students are finished with exams, their grades have been submitted, and I know they'll forgive me when I say I'm SO GLAD TO BE RID OF THEM!
Last night, as we were leaving Vesuvio, Jack pointed out the alley named after Jack Kerouac, because he used to pass out there after a good night of drinking.
At least I'm not in Jack's alley.
Either one.
When Postmodern Sass recovers from her hangover, it's magic.
4 Comments:
Oh, I haven't been to Vesuvio's since the 80's. I used to love that place.
And, just think, in true Sisyphusian fashion, the next semester is just around the corner....
Ooooh, purple! Thank you, that tiny-white-text-on-black style was very hard on my ageing eyes. Hooray for the holidays.
BTW I hope that you used the proper grading methodology.
I find that recovering from a marathon is more like getting over the flu, whereas recovering from a hangover is like getting over a good beating. I might be the only person who reads your blog who has had to recover from all four of those things.
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