Thoughts From a Frazzled Mind

Midterm :  a word that strikes horror in students who aren't prepared - and even those who are!  My two Pharmacology classes had midterm exams this week.  The situation was as bad as I feared.  Pharmacology is one of the hardest classes and the tests are always killer.  Before the test all of my students were between 90-98% - all A's.  After the test more than one had a failing grade.  (Nursing classes require that you have at least 77% [C+] to pass, so anyone whose grade was a C or lower gets an F).  So - time to evaluate.  Did I fail to teach the students effectively, did I fail to give them the tools that they need to pass the exam?  Did the students fail to study?  Did they study but not in a manner that would allow them to pass the test?  Do the students all suffer from test anxiety?  Was the test badly written?  I just hate it when my students don't test well. After doing some research I feel that the test w...

As much as I am looking forward to having lots more grandchildren, it is also nice to only have one right now because we get to share so much with him (and probably spoil him a little too much!) This semester I get the opportunity to watch him every Wednesday evening while his mother is in class.  Many times it has turned out that he actually watches me since I am so exhausted and have to get up so early!  He has been wonderful to give me a blanket and put himself to bed when I fall asleep!  He is such a sweetie! Here he is as a detective!  He plays the part well!  Bubba's 8th birthday was a very fun day!  His mother was able to go to his school and share things about him for the last part of class.  Kim and I surprised him there with a bunch of balloons.  When we arrived at our house, he decided that he wanted to let all of the balloons go and watch them rise high into the sky.  The one Mylar balloon seemed a little slug...

My little Bubba isn't so little any more! He just had a birthday, and now he is 3. Shandra threw a big birthday party. Her friend brought her adorable little girl, and when they arrived Bubba ran up to her, threw his arms around her, and gave her a big hug. He was so excited to play with her. He insisted that he have a 'dinosaur' cake for his birthday, and after the party he carried around the dinosaurs off the cake for hours - he even slept with them! We were so excited because both sets of his great-grandparents made it to the party. Obviously he was spoiled rotten with tons and tons of presents. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BUBBA! I LOVE YOU!