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When the Holidays are looming, this item is searched for with a great deal of anxiety. Not thought about the whole year long, suddenly it becomes seriously important. What is it? Cheesecloth. Poor cheesecloth, used for holiday soups as a holder of herbs. Then either thrown away or lost in that draw you never look in, until next year. (Guilty as charged). Why? It’s so much more than that. Besides being about the weight of two feathers (Real feathers, not those ones you get at the sports store. That’s just wrong). Fold it up into almost nothing. It’s reusable, and very handy to have if your fishing, hunting, camping, or running for the hills. The versatility simply never ends.
Cheese Making: Some animals produce milk that is not flavorful. In a lot of cases you can use herbs to produce a tasty cheese, for yourself or for barter. It’s easy to make small quantities at a time. All you need is: About a gallon of milk 2 or 3 lemons, juiced Herbs and a little Salt Bring milk to a boil and add lemon juice, while stirring. The milk should form curds immediately. Have ready a piece of cheesecloth folded three times in a bowl, if you have one. Pour the curds over the cheesecloth to strain them. Sprinkle with you herbs and a small amount of salt if you like. Twist the cheesecloth into a tight ball, to get rid of all the liquid (Whey – it’s a yellow-greenish color). Tie off and let dry. You can crumble or slice over your preferred system of delivery. (When at home, I save the Whey to use as a substitute for water in baking, works well in bread). Yes, you can make bread in cans next to your fire. Nice.
Head and Face Covering: Yes, when folded in half, cheesecloth can and will keep bugs off your face and out of your ears. (If the bugs are big enough you have bait for fishing. It’s hilarious watching your partner trying to pull them out of the cheesecloth. I suggest you do it as you’re running away).
Jerky Covering: When you must make jerky on the fly, or just because it doesn’t weigh as much dried. (I explained that to my partner, over and over. Finally, just did it myself to prove the point. No Brownie points given) Set it out in the sun on woven sticks and put the cheesecloth over the top of it. Keeps out all those pesky flies.
Gauze: Makes a nice airy bandage that flexes with movement. Keeps out all those pesky flies and dirt (unless you fall down a lot).
Window Screens: Pretty much is self-explaining. But, if you cut strips of plastic and weave them into the cheesecloth, makes a good curtain.
Book Bindings: (It’s called Scrim, you those of you that like official stuff, like my partner, bless his soul). If you mix flour and water to a paste, you can dip your cheesecloth into it to cover. Let dry, it will reinforce most papers or broken books. (You know the one you threw across the campsite because the main character ticked you off?)
Flags: For those times when you want to get your partners attention without speaking. Like after a disagreement or just because. (My favorite).
Bathing Suit: Ok, I made this one up. It worked well when I went swimming. My partner suddenly forgave me for talking while fishing. (It was a stream, for crying out loud, it was already noisy).
Fishing Net: To catch fish swimming in a corner resting stop. (I didn’t make that one up, my partner did) Or, as a bag to carry the fish to the campfire or the bear, whichever comes first. (Yes, that did happen. I have never climbed anything so fast in my life, my partner didn’t appreciate, though. Said I was supposed to climb the tree. I figured if I climb him first, I’d have a few extra minutes).
Ornaments: If for some stupid reason you are in the woods, and it’s Halloween. (Unless of course, you have to be there because some idiot pushed the button). It makes good spider webs for that Halloween feeling. Make sure you leave it there. It’s probably already infested with spiders (they like a day off, too). Or to just freak the person out that’s been following you for three days. (They didn’t know where they were, forgot to bring a deck of cards with them. Believed that if they played solitaire, someone would come by to help move the cards around. Idiot.)
Water Filtration: Get the finest weave you can, and fold it a bunch of times anyway. (Someone at our campsite tried to use it without folding. Couldn’t figure out where all the little tiny rocks came from). Remember, to leave the campsite before laughing.
Dust/Contamination Mask: Fold it just enough to keep the dust out or you may find it hard to breath. (I asked my partner why he was breathing so hard. I thought he was dreaming again, he said no, but his face was red).
Camo-Netting: Because, you know the planes fly lower so they can see you. Please remember to dye it by rolling it in the mud. For some reason, white doesn’t work. (Also, you need large quantities for coverage, just run down to the corner store. That’ll work).
Abrasive Material: Make a bag, and stuff it with sand and sharp rocks. Works well at cleaning pans, knives, shaping arrows (If you have a bow. I think that’s a requirement), polishing the bottom of a can to make a mirror, and finally for throwing at your partner. (It works, for any reason you want, it works).
So, to wrap it up. Thank you for reading my ranting, reminder of cheesecloth. Oh, and my partner wants to put his twenty-five cents worth (It’s all I let him carry, he has holes in his pockets, we walk into a sports store and suddenly it’s all gone), in. He has asked me to tell you that it works for making tofu. I sometimes question his sanity. Well more than sometimes.
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buri-art · 7 years ago
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Buri’s Original Stuff
novicesmileegao said: Well, @ buri-art, actually, the friend of mine asked, if you have original works and how to buy them, but I, being myself, totally forgot until I saw this post today again. So if it's possible, make some pdf e-book versions of your books available for shopping from Russia)
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I-I-I-I-I-I’m so honored and happy whenever people show an interest in, and then actually enjoy my original stuff. T^T Or anything artistic I do besides fanart, for that matter. It’s very easy to get stuck in an “I’m only popular because people already like these characters” rut sometimes. Alas, popularity is not a purpose for doing art or anything creative, I know that, but it sure feels good to have your work appreciated for being what it is, whatever that might be.  I’ve posted a few original works here on Tumblr, most notably The King and His Pet, which is a completed manga one-shot that is part of a much larger story (side note, though it’s the kind of world I developed for ten years out of sheer guilty pleasure, I’ve recently started thinking about how I could adjust the story for a young novel-readying audience. No promises, though). This one-shot, as well as Dongshi’s Fake Frown, was part of a little self-publication I did in 2012. Before sending it off for printing I only asked people I knew personally if they wanted to pay for cheap copies, so 55 printed copies exist out there, and only 55 copies will ever exist. 
Followers from May-July 2015 (*waves*) probably remember my epic battle to make a short original piece to send in to Hana to Yume’s monthly manga contest. Ah, Uncanny Music. Despite all of the moral support (and some technical support!) I received, frankly, it sucks. I am too weak, I make too many mistakes. XD Although I’m still fond of what I was trying to do with it (and I’m really happy there was one reader here on Tumblr who appreciated the story for exactly the reasons I was going for and I love you for that).
Also of note for how it pertains to my Tumblr existence, I originally made my Tumblr to try to drive more traffic to my blog about the San’in region of Japan. I uploaded a few chunks of my Kojiki comics (yes, my own original manga interpretations of Shinto mythology to go along with nerdy introductions to where those myths took place), but not much, and they didn’t really get any reception here. (If you look in my Archive, you’ll see that July 2014 was full of these, but here’s another example of a lesser known myth.) Veeeeeeerrrrrry bad news regarding that four year project: I was hosting my images on Photobucket, and Photobucket now wants to charge me $400 per year to keep the 3rd party hosting function, so my very, very, very, very time consuming blog (but time well spent, I went on all kinds of cool adventures for it!) is now very broken. I considered it dead and announced such on my Facebook, and to my surprise, people liked it enough that many have said they’d be willing to contribute to some kind of crowdfunding project to get my work live again as an archive, or they tried to come out with other solutions and looked into them for me (so far, unsurprisingly, to no avail). For years people had also been saying that my Kojiki comics and other (severely typo-laden) articles on my blog should be compiled and sold as a book, but the comic panels were always meant for web-only viewing, so the original file sizes are too small to print well. And besides...
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I’m really, reeeeeeaaaaally happy with a lot of the Kojiki manga, especially after all that research I put into it and how I worked some difficult but every interesting elements into the narrative, but I got super lazy on a lot of it too. I was ready to let my work die, but I’ve gotten enough encouragement from people who love it to try to find some way to salvage it, as well as at least the best of the rest of the blog, which has hundreds of entries. So I’m a little busy trying to figure that out... which isn’t easy, because when it comes to technical skills, I’m the worst. Sure, I can draw cute faces, but I sure can’t make them look nice. 
Let’s see, what else... ah! There was that time I poured a Noh script into a blender and poured it out as shoujo manga. It was pink and experimental and it won second place in a contest. Wind Between The Pine Needles is here and starts on page 34.
As far as illustrations here and there, most of the stand-alone things I’ve done in recent years that are actually illustrations instead random doodles had purposes for things i was up to back in Matsue (trust me, that old man drinking tea as he fondly gazes at camellias turned out super, super shiny). As for things I’d try to monetize by making available for printing, I do still have this greeting card design lying around, and I had thought about doing a small series of “Everything I need to know about love I learned from shoujo manga” to put on tote bags and stuff, but never did any of that... what do you guys think? Should I make stuff like that to put in an online shop? Oh!! Oh, if you want to buy an academic book about the production of shoujo manga, I did do the cover art for one! Thank you, U. of Hawai’i Press! It wasn’t a paid project though, I did it as a favor... ........come to think of it I’ve never been paid for my nice illustrations, only my doodles. o__o;;; ...........O_____O;;; Whoa. Why did I ever bother putting any effort into anything, if my doodles will suffice to bring joy to people? 
A-anyway. 
Speaking of effort and original stuff, I’m working on some writing projects lately. Although I spent a large chunk of my life and imagination dreaming of being a mangaka and I took a, for me, satisfying stab at it, I’m feeling more ambitious in my writing directions now. I’ll always draw for fun, at least, and I’ll always dream of seeing my original stories in anime format, but at least I’m still creating things, and that’s what counts. If I ever push to publish any of these novels I have in the works, I hope you all will support me in that endeavor as well. *bows* I’m still humbled by all that support I received, both within the SF squad and without, from when I was working the 2015 project. 
Thank you all again. Oh, and... *cough* One more thing about my original works: 
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Release Day Review! With a Prince by Jeffe Kennedy
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With a Prince (Missed Connections #2) by Jeffe Kennedy 
Genre: Adult Fiction (Contemporary Romance)
Date Published:  May 30, 2017
Publisher: Brightlynx Publishing
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The guy on the train is just Marcia’s type. A face like an angel, a scent like raw honey, treats her like he has a white horse and suit of armor stowed in his messenger bag. Perfect. 
Too perfect. No guy like that would be interested in prim, awkward Marcia, notorious goody-goody and a twentysomething still clutching her v-card. She’s been following rules her whole life—but somewhere, the game changed. And left her behind. 
So when she meets Damien, with his rumbling motorbike, gleaming piercings, and wicked imagination, she doesn’t care that he’s the exact opposite of “her type.” Her type would never dare her into such shocking, fiendishly inventive adventures—and she can’t wait to say yes.
Yes to whiskey in the middle of a workday. Yes to letting her hands roam over his body from the back of his bike. Yes to a fling full of wild abandon and absolutely no long-term potential. Except Damien’s not just the straightforward bad boy she imagined. And as they burn through Chicago’s nights, Marcia can’t shake the fear that this happiness is just another fairy tale… 
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With a Prince is the second book in the Missed Connections series by Jeffe Kennedy. Marcia has more rules than the rules established by her friends, and she follows those too. She's very innocent and dreams of her Prince Charming. It's very cute actually. Then Damien comes into the picture, and she wants to break all her rules and just live for the moment. Damien has this mystery to him. I wasn't too sure about him at first, but I figured him out before too long. Their story had this naughty cuteness to it. I'm really enjoying this series, and I love how it links the Missed Connections section of Craigslist to each story in some way. It adds a little fun. The ARC of With a Prince by Jeffe Kennedy was kindly provided to me by the author for review. The opinions are my own.
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Juliet – m4w (Chicago) I know I could be you’re Romeo, if you’ll just give me another chance. I’ve changed. Losing you was the wake-up call I needed. I’m willing to grovel. Just make that call. You know where to find me. Always as you wish. Your prince. I allowed myself a little dreamy sigh over that one. The reference to The Princess Bride was a particularly nice touch, and mostly made up for the your/you’re confusion. And he was willing to grovel! At least he paid attention, and was at least trying to change. He got the wake-up call and still loved her. She should appreciate that. So many people didn’t appreciate what they had. Look at all the people in this L car, so many frowning or sad. Of course, that could come from being crowded in with the evening commuter traffic. Or that the train car smelled bad, as they all do. Exhaust, dirty snow, the peculiar mix of plastic parkas and good leather, on top of that weird sour smell pervasive in all trains, no matter how clean, like vomit and spilled beer. Reading between the lines of the ad, it seemed that she must have loved this guy at some point. Probably still did. Maybe they had been living together and something happened. He slept with another girl and—ugh. No infidelity. Never an excuse for that. He… was a workaholic. Yes, working so hard at his job, long hours, weekends, all to save up and buy that diamond ring for her, maybe put a down payment on a pretty townhouse in Oak Park. A nice place to raise the kids they’d have. But he forgot to pay attention to her and she thought, oh, she thought he didn’t love her anymore. Maybe she suspected him of screwing around with someone prettier, smarter, more fun. So she threw him out. Maybe he came home late one night. Way too late, but with that ring in his pocket! He’d planned to make her breakfast in bed and propose, but she’d put all his stuff on the sidewalk, refused to speak to him. And he’d gone away, crushed, desperate to find a way to make her listen… Some women were like that—refusing to just listen to the explanation. Or they pretended to listen, but then still stayed mad. Like my housemate, Charley, swearing revenge on me for the way I’d tricked her into dating Daniel, when I’d tried to explain that I did it for her happiness. Okay, maybe for a bit of vicarious happiness on my part, but still… The thing is, people don’t do things for no reason at all. Charley hadn’t been giving Daniel a chance and you have to do that. Like when Elizabeth Bennett in Pride and Prejudice read Darcy’s letter and finally understood everything. What if he’d never written that letter? What if she’d been horrible and thrown it out or burned it without reading it? It all would have ended right there. Darcy would have married that sickly cousin. Lydia would have been abandoned by Wickham and likely become a prostitute. (Austen never says so explicitly, of course, but a modern woman knows perfectly well what “ruined” meant back then.) And Lizzie… well, she would have become an old maid, wouldn’t she? Alone in her virginal bed for the rest of her life. Not unlike Jane Austen herself, but let’s not go there. Too close to home. That’s why—if it ever happens for me—I would always listen to the explanation, always give a guy another chance. Even with Charley swearing a vengeance to fit the crime, I refused to close myself off to possibilities. Which meant I had to be vigilant and clever. She might act like a ditzy drama queen, but Charley had a super sharp brain and she’d absorbed all the dramatic arcs of the shows she played in and studied at school. Here she’d ended up—happily!—with Daniel Holt, catch of the century, but she couldn’t let go of it, that I’d gone behind her back. The whole mystery had all just been so romantic. And she’d fallen for it, the enigma, the clues. I would have eaten that up, if anyone cared enough about me to set me up with the guy who turned out to be the One. Daniel was totally her One. My prince, my true love would find me, too. I knew it in my heart. He could be right around the corner, looking for me. There had to be a hundred people in this one car, so he could be here somewhere. Not that older man with the newspaper over his face. There was a younger guy in a hoodie, a few seats down on the opposite side, earbuds in and face bowed over his phone, thumbs working non-stop. He’d been there when I got on and I still hadn’t seen his face. Still, with those skinny jeans, fringed holes showing skin at his knees, he seemed more like a high school kid, so no go there. And obviously not that little boy across from me standing between his mom’s knees, though he was super cute. He had his bright button eyes fixed on my tablet—or maybe on the pink sparkly skin I’d put on it. I waved my fingers at him and he didn’t even look at me. He reached for the tablet, though, his mom absently tightening her grip on his parka sleeve, though she never looked up from her book. Kind of sad, that she wasn’t paying more attention to her adorable kid. She looked tired, though, like my mom had always been. Maybe she was a single mom, too. Oh, Marcia, just play a little while with your dolls while mommy has a nap. I’ll make supper in a minute. How about an Eggo waffle? You love those. Mommy has a headache, so no TV, okay? Go draw or read a book. My mom had been a good mom. Still was. We talked pretty much every day. She got lonely with me out of the house. And, of course, she hadn’t ever married. She’d have to date to do that. Frankly I couldn’t quite see how she’d even dated my dad long enough to conceive me, she’s that much of an introvert. From the little she’d ever said about him, he’d been a charming guy, also way too young, who romanced and seduced her and went on his way. A tale as old as time and a great cautionary one. Don’t give up your virginity to the first cute boy who charms you. You get that diamond ring on your finger before you let him do anything. I mean anything at all. I didn’t need a ring—necessarily—to give up my virginity. But I absolutely wanted to wait to be in love. That’s part of why the Rules work for me. Charley and Ice made them up to keep themselves from scraping the bottom of the barrel, sexually speaking, but I use them to remind myself to wait for the One. If I ever meet a man who is a five-pointer for me? Then I’ll know.
Check out my review of the first book in this series!
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Jeffe Kennedy is an award-winning author with a writing career that spans decades. Her fantasy BDSM romance, Petals and Thorns, originally published under the pen name Jennifer Paris, has won several reader awards. Sapphire, the first book in Facets of Passion has placed first in multiple romance contests and the follow-up, Platinum, is climbing the charts. Her most recent works include three fiction series: the fantasy romance novels of A Covenant of Thorns, the contemporary BDSM novellas of the Facets of Passion, and the post-apocalyptic vampire erotica of the Blood Currency.  
Jeffe lives in Santa Fe, with two Maine coon cats, a border collie, plentiful free-range lizards and a Doctor of Oriental Medicine. Jeffe can be found online at her website: JeffeKennedy.com or every Sunday at the popular SFF Seven.
To learn more about Jeffe Kennedy and her books, visit her website.You can also find her on Goodreads & Facebook, and Twitter.
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ennaraw52 · 8 years ago
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What will you do when your supervisor steals your ideas?
My answer to What will you do when your supervisor steals your ideas?
Answer by Enna Morgan:
Several options here, hear me out. The succes will depend on your intestinal fortitude.
First, and most common path is that you could roll over, play possum, and kiss his ass for the rest of the term and hope that it never happens again.
Or, you could feign submission, and wait patiently in a corner, watching for when his defences are down……
…..then go over and have a major POW WOW, and strach his eyes out!
But that may just defeat the purpose here, as then he will not be able to see to make that attribution correction with the publisher for you!
Dang it! I so wanted the pow wow! Okay, let’s recoup! While this is certainly not a 1, 2, 3 step process, it is totally doable.
A caveat: The following process will not endear you to him, and could have very distinct repercussions, but it will be one that is well worth the effort (for now and the future) and along the way, you will gain a deeper understanding of institutional bureaucracy, your own strength and resilience, and most importantly, self-advocacy….a tool that will take you places, way beyond college years
Since your presentation was not published, you do not have a copyright case; however, all that means is that you have to work a little harder, and employ strategic instead of legal recourses. Given that your presentation was public, I do not see any major impediments to proving the attributions (thus, establishing plagiarism).
1. First, find out the publication details of this article. Then email/ ring the publisher to enquire about their process on correcting an attribution. Ask them to send you all the appropriate forms and details of the steps. While you are on the phone, ask a by-the-way question about their policy on plagiarism.
If you speak nicely and ask the right leading questions, the person on the other end will be more than happy to provide all the details surrounding that issue, and the proof that you will need to provide for such a claim. No publisher wants to be associated with such messy legalities, it becomes sticky and unsightly.
Your objective here is to make it easy for the supervisor to make this correction or to make the insertion yourself (with legal aid), if your supervisor does not play ball. The primary aim is to gain an ace card to ensure that he will play ball. After you have accomplished this, make 6 copies of all documents and forms (have them email you, so you have proof of that communication). If they do not want to email you, take their name, number and email address, then you send them and email reconfirming the information (that gets it in writing). If they do not contest your statement, then they are tacitly approving it. Now on to step 2.
2. Go to the student affairs office of the school and find out about their grievance procedure. Get the pamphlet that explains the details of the process, they may be unwilling to give it; insist nicely, but firmly. If no dice, contact the Ombudsman office, go and explain your situation. Ask their assistance and advise to deal with this situation. Make the issue (complaint) about both your grade and the article. You are here attaching the validity of the grade (weaker issue) to the professor’s credibility (stronger case), if you win the credibility issue (which you will, if you have all your evidence), then the grade change is a corollary.
Fyi: Technically, there should be a confidentially rule in place here, but keep in mind that the institution signs the Ombudsman’s pay check…..so do not get too chummy!
Your objective here is not to actually use their advice, but to glean knowledge about the angles available, and paramount to this, it is to gain insight as to how the institution will play in this game of strategy. Don’t give too much – the objective here is to get information, not to give it! Make 6 copies of any documentation you receive (forms for grade change (you may have to get those from the registrar’s office), documentation of your Ombudsman visit and complaint (if you decide to file one)).
3. Request a private meeting with your supervisor/professor, buy yourself and him a nice cup of coffee, large – it will be a long meeting (or short, depending on your resilience and his fuse length). Take your presentation with all the dates and appropriate documentation, along with all that you have received from the publisher. Lay it all out chronologically on the table to illustrate the dates of your article and presentation and the date of his article, to clearly infer the post-presentation relationship. Do not draw the conclusion for him, he is well aware of it
Tell him (not ask) that there was an omission in the article, being your name (be prepared, have it written out on a large piece of paper, exactly how you’d like it to appear in the journal), and ask him how can that be corrected with the publisher, and does he have time to do it, or should you?
He will be shocked (at your audacity, because he already has you pegged for being weak (for meekly accepting the grade)). He will be appalled, he will become livid and try sabre rattling strategies, such as holding your final grade hostage if you pursue this ‘nonsense,’ how dare you, leave my office, he may even tell you how terrible your paper was (playing right into your feelings of inadequacy (which he already infused by his silence and lack of feedback at your presentation), etc, etc.
Hang in there! Let the blows fall where they will (imagine that you are watching a puppet show that helps to de-personalise the attack). Sit calmly, let him work it all out of his system (sip your coffee while he expunges, you will need the extra gush of adrenalin for the next step). Stoke him here and there, to ensure that he gets it all out.
Wait patiently until he has simmered down to a smolder, your coffee may be on the low side by this time, hell, drink his too! I am sure he will not want anything from you after this, and certainly not in this moment. Hate to waste a good coffee, and after the double shot, you will be well primed for delivering the coup de grâce.
4. Bring down the guillotine. Now, slowly slide the correction paperwork (that you obtained from the publisher), over to his side of the table, and while maintaining eye contact with him, smile sweetly and say (this may be the longest soliloquy you have made to this point in life, so practise the night before; the words have been carefully selected):
Yes, I do realise that this is all new for you (lie!) as it is for me, so I went ahead and got the information from the publisher to correct this attribution. I know that you are quite busy (stroking his ego, which graciously rescues it as it plunges hard at a more-than-normal gravitational pull), so I don’t mind doing the footwork to submit it (puts a cramp in any inherent forestalling that results from him nursing his bruised ego). Oh, and by the way, since you obviously liked my paper (see how that linkage now pays off), I would appreciate that you consider a grade change (nice way to phrase it, no need to demand, it is fait accompli).
Ah, yes, here, I almost forgot, the Ombudsman had given me the appropriate paperwork for that too (it lets him know that the odds are stacked up. It also leaves him to wonder who else you may have spoken to about this).
Slide the appropriate (already completed, except for his signature) documents, never lifting your eye from his. Let silence reign for 10 seconds, then change the beat.
I know it can be time consuming (yeah, cause now he needs to alert his social media that he is not as smart as he pretended to be) so if you need a minute, I can come back tomorrow to pick it up.
That puts a (sympathetic) time frame on it; you do not want it to drag on (he could croak, or make a run for the border, a harsh but realistic consideration), but you also do want to give his heart time to settle back to normalcy (purely out of human kindness).
Don’t linger, your job is done. Collect your stuff and begin to make an unhurried, but deliberate retreat. See yourself to the door, he is in no shape to help you find it. By this time, he may be remembering and looking for that coffee you had brought him….woops! Kindly offer to bring him another one or at least some water; since he is not thinking clearly, be prepared that he may accept.
Er, uhm, yes,…either, .. or, and,….uhm, maybe both! (poor chap!).
Get him a Starbucks, 8 oz size, Skinny Caffe Espresso Frappuccino, double shot (Starbucks are internationally known for their high potency caffeine content, and you want it ‘skinny’ so as to avoid any choking on the high lactose content).
5. Feed the bureaucratic machine – complete the paperwork trail. Okay, part one is done. Now, remember those 6 copies you made of everything? Whip ’em out. He may lose those you left with him, so there goes copy number 2 of each set. Also, you have work to do – complete the form for student affairs and registrar for the grade change (1 copy each). You may also have to sign papers with the publisher (1). One of those three offices will ‘misplace’ their copy; not to worry, you have plenty.
6. Observed the CYA (cover your ass) rules. After all signatures are obtained, this time make 8 copies of everything; the institution will keep a few: registrar office, student affairs, the Ombudsman office, and another office of someone you did not even know existed (the institution’s way of covering their ass); one for you, and one for the professor. Along the way, someone will lose theirs (again) and request another one (the bureaucratic engine has never been accused of 100% efficiency), there goes copy #7.
And the last copy? Being the master copy, keep it in your safety deposit box; despite your best efforts, one day you will lose your copy – shit happens; even to the best of us!
7. Pay it forward. Ta-da! Mission accomplished. Now you are a published author! So when you write your story explaining the steps of how you did it, remember to give the correct attributions…..Wink! Wink!
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