Today's post is: Not my job.  Sometimes, the most sharp and pointed objects I use are words, I'll admit it. My patience is a little short these days. Tomorrow we have a big critique in Intro Textiles. One of my better students swears it was supposed to be yesterday, but apparently the rest of the class didn't notice, because when I walked in yesterday, there were dye pots all over and sewing machines running and other signs of "critique in 2 days" going on.  The room is a mess. 

The ones I'm most likely to throw a sharp word or pointed comment at are: the one with blood red dye left in a bucket on the floor; the one who showed up just as I was leaving class today and wanted a critique (having missed the real critique last week), the one in advising who told a student there were no graphics classes Spring Semester, the one who didn't even thank me for showing his student where to find her course list for spring semester, the committee member I normally love who revealed today she'd not even started her work for our meeting on Friday (I've been prepping for 3 weeks), the one who emailed and asked that I email her homework because she was missing class tomorrow (no reason given) and finally, the custodian who won't even run a broom around the edge of a table in my classroom once in a while. 

You might feel like pointing something sharp at these people too, because their actions distract me from doing nice things for people like you. Enough rant. Check out the new art Malcolm suggested - ginger's text messages, link at the side here.