"Piss off." I say, as I have to step to the side to avoid his hand.

"Please don't edit it." I say, "The last lady removed my mole."

"And your grades are good, have you started thinking about your next step? Are you looking for a job, or thinking about grad school?"

My wife likes stirring shit up.

Pooh-sticks is a game Pooh and Piglet play by throwing sticks off the upstream side of the bridge and seeing whose stick shows up downstream first.

"Then YOU chase it," I say, giving her my stick.

I look around for a hospital, but I know the closest is a 10-minute walk away. There are no pharmacies either, not even a tissue and bandage store.

My students hump the midterm. It wasn't just bad, it was historically bad. An epic humping. Two-thirds of the class got below 50 percent.