Yay! The semester's already half over. Can you believe it?
So now everybody skips town for a few days. Professor Lunch-Guy took off for, I don't know, Rangoon or somewhere. He's been gone so much this fall, I've just about forgotten what he looks like.
I'm in Port Aransas, the Texas coast resort town that time forgot. Looks like rain, but at this point I'd walk on the beach in a thunderstorm. I need me some beach.
The Holiday Inn down here is about two years old. I've stayed here several times a year since it opened and now can say with certainty how long it takes for a nice little chain hotel to go downhill: two years. Nothing's right here anymore. No luggage carts. No extra pillows. No ethernet cables. And worse: no cinnamon rolls! All the ads and the brochures boast of this hotel's free breakfast and scrumptious cinnamon rolls. I bustled down at 8 a.m. to grab a plateful and found an empty countertop. Will there be more coming out? I asked the lady whisking cornflake crumbs onto the floor. "We're out. They're on order. Might come in on Thursday," she said. My suggestion: Why don't you send someone to the grocery store THREE BLOCKS AWAY to buy some more? This sent her into a tiny tizzy.
But still no rolls. Only the imported roll will do for this joint, I guess.
My mom visited my last class before the break because she's never watched me teach before. Afterward she told me she filled out one of the evaluation forms that I'd sent around. She gave me top scores.
I'll bet wherever Lunch-Guy is, they have better breakfast food.