Afternoon lull

The first blossoms have appeared on my duranta vine. Does that mean summer is here?

I am supposed to grade/study today, comme un(e) professeur/étudiante responsable, but i am planning to take a cat nap je pense, parce que i am completely wiped out after that early morning step class!

Had our first viva voce yesterday, for which i had to wake myself up early (again!) sigh...anyway, i sat in the back and pretty much observed everyone except when i asked questions or took pictures of the board-work. Funny, how people always expect things to work out. The candidate taking the comps made sure each of his solution fit into the problem posed, rather conscientiously, as if he wanted every problem to have a solution. So when he came upon one which didn't, he stood there very puzzled checking every step, driving me crazy so much so that after 15 min i couldn't help but lose my poker-face and say "Would you please read the question again?" which clearly said, do the decomposition bla bla... if possible. Aha!

In mathematics we often concern ourselves with existence and uniqueness of a solution. That is to say, we go in knowing there may or may not be a solution to every problem. Yet we find ourselves turning the board upside down when it doesn't. C'est pourquoi? I think i know that answer to that but now is not the right time for that somber discourse.

Anyway, something uber funny happened after the candidate left and when we were grading his exam. It made us laugh so hard that i was still laughing thinking about it, when i drove back home two hours later...hehe, something i shouldn't be saying here, sorry.

Had the girls' night out from 6-11pm, ending with a yumm nightcap of watermelon juice, sadly no scotch, cause i had to drive back home and even one drink makes me lose it. Yep, just ask anyone who ever had to drag me home after one drink, i am quite an infra dig in that respect, but whatever! As usual, we checked out what was going on with everyone, one bought a house, the other made that all-important visit to her bf's parents (say what? what parents? her bf is like 60! ooh i am so mean!), and the third was relieved to find out that her daughter was going to prom with a boy (not a girl, ah there's a story there but i can't divulge). As for me, people wanted to see mr jones' pic, had some on my phone from the island trip, so guess what, they actually said that he looked older than me... hahahaha, hmm! Well, you'd laugh too if you knew what i knew! Yumm...mon vingt-cinq is all man if i may say so!

So after a weird vegetarian-non-veg dinner where the vegis took the appearance/taste/smell of non-veg (or NOT!), four math profs went for their massage en masse, SATC style. To my horror i found they were all men, so i promptly demanded a woman, as did our youngest colleague. Dunno what up with the older colleagues, i might have a few guesses though (ooh! being mean again!). :-P Luckily they were able to call in some subs. Phew! As i said before, i do not like to be touched or hugged by just any people, and definitely not by men i do not care for! Eeek!

Anyway, it was an experience. That's all i can say before my eyes close...

A tout à l'heure, chers amis!