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Late-night eating and other things that make me sick
The spring film-watching tradition that Intern and I have initiated this year has sunk, in a certain sense, to a new-and-we-hope-all-time low. Oh, the movies are fine, we watched the always-delightful The Big Lebowski because we needed to get some work done at the same time and didn't want anything that we'd have to pay too much attention to. As we could quote a significant percentage of the lines from memory, this wasn't a problem, except in that we were distracted by "favorite" parts and "the best" scenes rather too often. No, the lowest of the lows of which I spoke above is in our eating habits. We've tended to drink beer and eat something or other (pizza rolls, pizza, banana bread, muffins, jalapeno poppers--usually all on different nights). Of course, eating and drinking so close to bedtime isn't exactly great for the waistline in the first place. Last night, though, we had Totino's Pizza Rolls (which we lovelovelove) and I went a bit overboard. I think I cooked about 70 of them, give or take a half dozen. Probably give. Now, consulting the nutritional information, the serving size for pizza rolls is... 6. Which isn't all that close to the approximately 36 that we each devoured. Now, that 6-count serving size yields 230 calories and 11g of fat, which means the we each had approximately 1400 calories (not counting, mind you, the beers) and 102% of our RDA of fat. Which is to say, Intern and I combined for more calories than some people in this world see in a week.
Speaking of new lows, my music class appears to have given up for the year. In one section, out of 9 students, 6 of them failed. Two passed with high A marks and one with a C. The failing scores included a single digit score (granted, from a student who doesn't speak English, really) a score in the teens, a couple in the 20s, one in the 30s, and one in the 50s (which by comparison actually seems high). The other section was a bit better, with only half of the dozen students failing. Another single-digit score by another ESL student, some more 20s, another in the 30s, and two who came close, in the 50s. I should point out, by the way, that these are balanced (okay, not balanced, exactly) by a student who began the year with hardly a word of English in his head (and still isn't great) acing the test. Unless he's writing the answers on the insides of his eyelids, he wasn't cheating, he just did that good of a job. Did I mention that I made most of the questions one-word answers, often composers's names? Or that I gave them a study guide with all of the questions--and only the questions that would be on the test? Unless I took the test for them or gave them a one-question test ("tell me anything you know about Romantic music," for instance--and some would still fail), I don't know what else I could do. They've checked out, and it's a shame, because their teacher is Sherck the Merciless. I've got to take out my frustration over fattening myself up somewhere, right?