12-04-2009, 07:23 AM
When I was a kid my mom picked up my dad at the bus station, put his bike and briefcase filled with gradebooks, final papers, and final exams (he was a university professor) for all 5 of his classes in the back of the van and went to the local mall to go Christmas shopping.
They bought all of our presents, took them out to the van, and then went back to get some French Onion soup at this great little hole in the wall place in the mall.
They came out, and the van was gone. Never saw any of it again. Dad had to guess at the grades (that was before computerized gradebooks). He said that was the only year he didn't fail anyone. He was a tough grader... no 'rocks for jocks' in HIS geology classes !
Christmas really, really, really sucked that year.
They bought all of our presents, took them out to the van, and then went back to get some French Onion soup at this great little hole in the wall place in the mall.
They came out, and the van was gone. Never saw any of it again. Dad had to guess at the grades (that was before computerized gradebooks). He said that was the only year he didn't fail anyone. He was a tough grader... no 'rocks for jocks' in HIS geology classes !
Christmas really, really, really sucked that year.