Today is Pi(e) Day, so I suggested to my daughter that I make a pie to celebrate. She suggested an apple pie, I suggested a cinnamon pie, and we agreed that a chicken pot pie (or even a pot pie made with leftover ribs) would be best. Aw, compromise.
Did I make the pot pie? Well, I don’t know yet. This will post right after midnight, so who knows what the day will bring.
Anyway, this day, man. I went back to work, which was fine. As I was finishing up grading, I discovered that none of my students (NOT ONE) got an A or even a B+ on the last paper, so I am going to have them rewrite it since they really won’t be able to move forward if they can’t master those skills.
I also learned that the more ominous I sound before I pass the papers back, the happier the students will be with their grades. One student was so relieved she got a 70 because she had prepared herself for a “50 or something” because of my warning. Of course, that only works when people actually pass the paper, so I’ll see if that holds true tomorrow (er, today–midnight, you know).
So, yes, work was fine.
However, the big drama of my day is that it rained ALL DAY, which ruined my plans to grill some ribs. I had to oven roast them instead. I mean, they turned out fine (delicious even), but oven roasted is just not the same as grilled.