My unlucky streak continues, and here I am with another post to distract myself from it.
It's not all bad, to be honest. I've gone viral on Ukrainian Twitter with a joke about penis sizes. Well, not VIRAL viral but more popular than I ever expected to be. The joke came about as follows. Somebody on Twitter asked, "Is it true that wearing a large shoe size means you have a large penis?" I said, "No, it's not true. I have a large shoe size and no penis at all." For some reason, people really warmed up to this response.
I don't have a large shoe size, by the way. Or a penis.
Today is Thursday, so it's the quesadilla eaters' day at work. It's a group of women under the leadership of my secretary who every Thursday fry quesadillas in the lab and then, for some reason I will never understand or care about seethe with hatred of me. They sit there, eat quesadillas, seethe, roll their eyes and hiss when I pass by, which I do a lot because that's the only way to get to the toilets, the lab, and the classrooms. These are women who have been unsuccessful as women, so I don't begrudge them this little bit of joy. But it is kind of funny that they have such intense feelings about me, and I have no emotional response to them at all.
The new top administrator has revealed new depths to his multilayered personality. We now admit all students who apply. Nobody gets turned away. We admit even functionally illiterate people. What do you think this does to our graduation rates?
Yeah, exactly.
Well, the new administrator doesn't agree with you. Beaming joyously, he regaled us today with the following bit of wisdom, "If we accept everybody. . . we should graduate everybody!" Meaning that admitting illiterate people to college should improve graduation rates.
On another subject, our Student Housing services have a habit of placing students from different cultures together as roommates. The idea is that experiencing another culture is enriching because "diversity is our strength." It's not true, of course. Diversity is anything but a strength, so the international students suffer greatly. They spend so much time and effort trying to reunite with their own people that they forget to study. I had to have a conversation with two of them today because they are failing their courses. Both are engaged in intense feuds with their "diverse" roommates because their habits, customs, smells and routines are incompatible. I wonder if the people who invented this "culturally enriching" form of torture ever tried to share the bathroom and the kitchen with a diverse stranger from a different culture.
OK, I don't really wonder. Nobody would choose to do this of their own free will.
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