I feel like I'm at a crossroads with this blog, or maybe I'm just hungry. I'm just in this weird monastic / scholastic state, as I'm now in school but don't have a home here yet, so it feels as if I have no life outside the confines of campus. Therefore, I don't have anything that would be of interest to my readers to post these days. So, if you want to read about the latest theories on responding to students' writing, let me know. If not, I'll update again in a couple of days.

Ok, here's something:
I found my dad's dissertation here in the library yesterday. By coincidence, it's on the same floor where I've taken up part-time residence. Another coincidence: one of the due dates stamped on the book is Godfrey and Lunchbox's birthday - down to the year.

Since he wrote it in the 1960's, it's typed on that flimsy onion skin paper, and I knew right away that Mum had typed it, and, unsurprisingly, he didn't thank her in the acknowledgements. That was a lot of hard work! She had to type superscripts and charts without the benefits of word processing software! (Note to self: be sure to thank Godfrey in my thesis' acknowledgements.) I checked out Dad's work, it seemed a fitting first item to borrow from the library. There's a coffee stain on one of the pages. It's about using the Weschler Intelligence Test to diagnose sociopathy. No one has borrowed it since 1984.