i don't understand your motives, and i hate your style

So I'm in this class where 20% of my mark is for participation. To that end, we're required to submit "discussion questions" about the readings we do each week.

Last week, I didn't do my reading on time and didn't submit any questions by the deadline. My prof emailed me to ask where my submission was. I told him I didn't make one, because I didn't finish the assignment on time, and therefore, wouldn't be receiving any marks for it.

He told me to submit it anyway. Not for marks, just because.

Why would I do that? Why would he want me to do that?

In all of my life at school, I have done assignments for marks, and that is generally how the profs handled things too. You lose marks if you don't hand something in, gain them if you do.
So if you stand to gain no marks in a situation, can your prof ethically, legally, morally make you do something for nothing?
And if he/she can, why would she/he WANT to?

thing i've learned about myself this year #1098294856

Last time I was stressed out about applications, I questioned my very existence: what I wanted out of life, who I could depend on, and the deepest connections I had.

This time, I got strep throat.

Despite being contained in my house for the last week and the next two weeks because I'm contagious and IT HURTS, I think I like the strep throat thing better.

There's nothing fun about questioning who you are, and questioning who you love is even more frightening.

P.S. I think it might be bad that I think that Teacher's College is already in the bag... because I'm not really trying.

comooooooooon extension!

KT Tunstall is great.
Great performer, great guitarist, great singer.
Tonight was a-okay!

i wish cat power could release a single

How can I tell you that I love you, I love you
But I can't think of right words to say
I long to tell you that I'm always thinking of you
I'm always thinking of you....
It always ends up to one thing honey
And I can't think of right words to say

There aren't words enough, and actions are too few, to express the highs I get when I'm with you and the lows I feel when we're apart.

Telling me to "hurry hurry!" and saving the first parking space for me, helping me finish my shake, answering all of my questions about boys, telling me you aren't scared when I talk about May, picking up the tab, and making cute faces.

And then there are days I feel like someone is sitting on my chest and I'm fit to burst because I don't know how to do this.

But I love you, always. And I'm always thinking of you. And words aren't enough.

It took 2 nights for my sister and I to get halfway through the second season of "The Office", which is roughly 3 weeks and 5 days fewer than Pauly predicted it would take.
I am efficient when I need to be.

After raking the leaves on the front lawn, I decided to drive in to school today to escape my father who had taken the day off and get some work done in the library.

I did.

Sort of.

I spent most of my day missing someone and wishing he'd call.

It's weird, because I talked to him on the internet, and talked to him on the phone last night, and saw him only two days ago -- but I miss Spazzy when he's not around.
Not for any particular reason - sometimes I'll hear something I want to tell him or something great will happen and I'll want him to know right away, but most of the time I just wish he were around so I could give him a hug whenever I felt like it and get on with my day.

I think it's dangerous when a person becomes another person's security blanket. Is that what this is?

It was cool waking up on Sunday morning and knowing that he was in the basement. It was cool going to sleep Saturday night knowing he was just a flight of stairs away. I didn't take advantage of the situation - I didn't feel like I needed to. Just the simple knowledge that he was there - readily accessible was really, really nice.

It was like this when Nelly was in London, England. I missed her to bits. Now, she's in London, Ontario, and I miss her less than I did then. We're away for the same period of time, it seems, but somehow the knowledge that all I need to do is hop into a car and drive a few hours if I need to see her is really helpful.

And yeah, all I would really need to do would be to hop into a car if I wanted to see Spazzy... but having him right here... Now that'd be something.