CSotD: A Good Day For Gravedigging
Skip to commentsWhen we were reading Hamlet junior year, the professor asked why there was the gravedigger scene, and we all dutifully responded about easing the tension, to which he said, “Shakespeare had a clown in his troupe and had to write something for him.”
I don’t know if I accept that, but for either reason, here’s some stuff from the funny pages:
To continue talking about school, here’s a pair from Frazz (AMS) that echoes my experience. One potential advantage of ADD — it’s not universal — is hyperfocus, which is to say that while normally you are completely scattered, when you do home in, it’s extremely intense.
Like Caulfield, I did papers at the last minute and, like Caulfield, I did the reading and writing in the same burst. I sometimes went to the campus bookstore hoping a required text I should have bought three months ago was still in stock because I had to write a paper about it before the next morning.
Which probably explains why I can crank out 1,000 words each morning before nine but have a sinkful of dishes and two baskets of dirty laundry.
I graduated based on my writing skills, not my study habits: It took me three semesters to get through freshman calc, and the latter two were largely gifts. And D’s.
Jef Mallett commented that he should have had Mrs. Olson accuse Caulfield of waiting until Saturday, not Sunday, and I see his point, though she wouldn’t have known he did it so quickly at all, if he hadn’t admitted to doing it over the weekend.
Doing things at the last minute was harder in high school, because, like the grandmother in Grand Avenue (AMS), I’d have to go to the library or a bookstore. We had a good school library, but we were an hour away from anything else, so, if I didn’t plan ahead, it wasn’t going to happen.
I remember getting An American Dilemma by interlibrary loan for an essay contest, and I had to order Ulysses by mail for my senior paper. And, no, I didn’t read either of them overnight.
I wish we’d had an Internet in them thar days, because, apparently unlike little Gabby, I’d have been able to sort the nonsense from the real information. There are still teachers who tell kids not to use Wikipedia, but most of those are about to retire and the younger ones understand media literacy in the online world.
Which reminds me of being at the teachers’ table in a high school lunchroom in the ’90s. As one teacher came with his tray, another teacher asked him to drop by and help her with a computer issue.
“Are you the school techie?” I asked, and he said, “No, I teach Spanish. I’m just the youngest member of the faculty.”
Still at school, Jeremy’s mom is resuming her psych career in Zits (KFS) and he’s horrified. So am I, but mostly because I suspect that, IRL, she’d be frustrated.
Counselor-to-student ratios at most schools are ridiculously out of balance, with the result that kids who genuinely need help coping with life can get sidelined because college admission rates are more readily quantified by principals and superintendents and so tend to demand counselors’ attention.
I say this based on many conversations with school counselors — one I remember was sole counselor for two buildings — as well as my sons’ observations that troubled classmates were left on their own while their counselors focused on college admissions.
We’ll lighten things up with today’s Ben (MWAM). I realize you have to be cautious and aware of dogs and babies, but my experience matches this.
The most impressive part is that my dogs and I lived alone and they only saw the grandkids a few times a year, but their tolerance and affection were instinctive and absolute.
Tom Toro wonders at the price of all that altruism.
The Buckets (AMS) brings to mind a litany of complaints I’ve heard from people who want to do away with Daylight Saving Time but, paradoxically, are also complaining about how early it gets dark now.
Folks, this is the real time. Now, granted, days are longer in the summer, but if you do away with Daylight Saving Time, it will always get dark earlier in the evening.
Except in Scotland. I remember watching Gregory’s Girl, in which he has a date that goes way into the evening and it was still light out. Once we finish screwing up the Gulf Stream, living that far north is going to come at a cost, but it seemed pretty pleasant back in 1980.
Incidentally, they redubbed the movie for export with modified Scottish burrs, but the original Glaswegian soundtrack is available as an option on the DVD. Absolutely unintelligible.
Juxtaposition of the Day
Two views of the explosion in sports gambling. Tank notes the flood of replays with blown calls on obvious penalties — a lot of facemask grabbing — and suggests gamblers could be the cure.
For my part, I’ve never enjoyed gambling beyond an occasional friendly bet over a rivalry. Meanwhile, my usual response to people complaining about a loss because of an unfair last-minute penalty is that games are 60 minutes long, so you can lose in the second minute as well as in the last two, and that if you get up by 14 points or so it won’t matter what happens at the end.
Meanwhile, Wilcox continues a trend among Australian cartoonists to object to the flood of sports gambling ads down there. I’ve no idea why nobody objected up here, but it’s not as if there hasn’t been any impact on people who need it the least.
Her fellow Aussie, Megan Herbert, has another example of how the government’s proposal to restrict social media seems a case of focusing on the mote and missing the log.
And Deflocked (AMS) is unusually political today, with Mamet his normal self-absorbed self, but in a context that kinda gives me the willies, because I’m not sure his attitude is confined to cartoons.
Crabgrass (AMS) is beginning a new, holiday-based story arc. This is a good strip for all-ages, a cliché I hate but a concept I embrace.
By contrast, Gregory’s Girl is PG.
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