The sadness of life

I've read two of my peers' papers this morning on the Cuban missile crisis. I feel like I must have overly high expectations for a class filled with graduating seniors. I guess expecting words to be used in their correct places and spelled correctly is expecting too much. And wanting them to follow the main point of the assignment rather than just writing about whatever the hell they feel like? That must be wanting too much too. I fear the students the US lets out into the world. Their college degrees can't be worth much if they aren't even willing to take the time to proof read their own papers before submitting them. I've temporarily stopped reading them though. It makes me too depressed. There are International Relations majors. They are expected to survive by their writing. Who is ever going to take their reports seriously if they put mistakes in them. I can't even say, well, these will be well-paid doctors who can have a secretary correct their work. They're IR majors....

I think I'll be glad when the Olympics are over. They seem to play the cool sports during the time I'm awake in the mornings. David and his friends watch Hockey and stuff, I am jealous that I can't be there, and a bit jealous that they get to spend time with David and I don't. ;) I guess everyone has days when they're grumpy about something or other. Tomorrow I'll be grumpy about having to work on my Thursday.