I graded papers this weekend. That created the first crisis. Roughly 20% of the students in this small class plagiarized. Another 50% percent did their own work, had great ideas, but lacked the organization, details, and analysis to make their exams good.
This class has turned out to be a lot more difficult than I anticipated because quite a few of the students came in not ready to do the work required in upper division classes. Grr.
But here is the main crisis. Crisis One facilitated an emergency moscato-run. I returned home to find...
MY CORKSCREW WAS NOT WORKING.
And so I was reduced to this chisel-and-shove game involving a paring knife, a steak knife, and, as my need and desperation grew, a small hammer.
You know how sometimes you say f*ck it and just push the cork down into the bottle and swill down cork with your deliciously sweet wine? Well, yeah, no. This one wouldn't budge. I swear we worked on it for an hour.
Finally, the bottle just cracked and off popped a smooth piece of glass. My niece looked at me, ready to toss it.
"Girl, get my glass," I told her.