Perhaps this is a Sunday Thirsty? [from Southern Bubba, Ph.D.]

Perhaps this is a Sunday Thirsty?

I'm drunk.  So exhilaratingly drunk.

I'm wondering whether other proffies are as disillusioned as I am.

The schools all look the same, Zooze.  Are one school's graduates better off than another's?  Are not all administrators similarly disingenuous or self-deceived?

My students lately have been so kind to me.  Is it because I've been kind to them?

My mother, my dear mother, this morning at 3:00 a.m. said to me as I was changing her diaper, "I don't have to wear this shirt tomorrow, do I?"  It seemed like a spontaneous emission.  She is so sweet--and mired in the Alzheimer's.  I don't know whether she was talking about the actual shirt or about something else.  I told her she didn't have to do anything she didn't want to do.  I kissed her on her forehead.

I guess I say something similar to my students.  They don't have to do anything they don't want to do.  But if they don't pass muster, then they won't pass my class.  Period.  Full stop.

I keep reading your stuff.  It sustains me.

There is so much I do not know.  I am confused, but I persevere.

Thank you.

--Southern Bubba, Ph.D.