OMG. Srsly.

I'm home today because there's a wicked ice storm going on outside and the university shut down at 10:00 AM. One of my classes was supposed to take an exam this afternoon; that's obviously not going to happen. Shortly after the closing was announced, one of my students sent me this email:

do we need to come tomaro to take the exam*? if u have a class.. or are we just gonna wait til nxt week*

Appalling! I blame text messaging, because I have officially become old and cranky.

I was going to add a quote from a lab report as another example of stellar college-level writing, but really, it's too depressing. I'll post this instead, because it pretty much sums up my life at the moment:

(Jorge Cham, the creator of PHD Comics, was supposed to speak at UofL tonight; that's obviously not going to happen either. Even if the university wasn't closed, it'd be a no-go anyway, 'cause his flight was canceled. Bah.)