renée a. schuls-jacobson
So About That Sign
Yesterday at 7 am, I posted a blog about a sign in my local grocery store that has been driving me bonkers for years.
By late morning, I received an email from a representative from Consumer Affairs. While the rest of us were chattering about the sign and its grammar, one of my loyal readers — a former Wegmans’ employee –made a call and the sign was promptly removed….
Wegmans' Grammar
This following sign has been up in my local grocery store for years! I don’t think anyone notices it except me, but it drives me bonkers. Given their attention to detail, I can’t believe the sign has lasted this long. I figured, surely, someone would notice it. After all, it’s right next to the water fountain.
For those of you who appreciate solid spelling and grammar, see how many errors you find….
My Weird New York State of Mind
I am terrified of New York City. There I said it.
This has nothing to do with the recent bedbug scourge; I have been afraid of The City for at least 20 years. …
Post-Museum Trippy Lessons on Drugs
Last Sunday, I took my 11-year old to see the recent exhibit at our local museum called “Psychedelic Art: Hallucinogens and their Impact on the Art of the 1960s.”
I could hardly have been less prepared….
Guest Post by Megan Killinger: Lessons From The Spectrum
This personal narrative was written by Megan Killinger, a student in one of my Composition-101 classes during the Fall-Winter 2010 semester….
Guest Post by Leanna Best: Lessons From Javan
This piece was written by Leanna Best, a student in one of my Composition-101 classes held at Monroe Community College during the Fall-Winter 2010 semester….
Lessons on an Elevator
On my last hour on campus during the fall-winter 2010 semester, during my last elevator ride down from the English/Philosophy Department, I experienced the most interesting confrontation/ conversation. Ever….
Teacher's Pets: It's Not What You Think
They say some folks are dog people and some are cat people.
Sadly, I guess we are the people who can’t be either….
End of Semester Gratitude
The Fall-Winter 2010 semester is over for me. My grades have been reported. My unattractive yet functional wheelie bag has been dumped of its contents and placed with the rest of the luggage — in the nether regions of the basement. Today, I am getting my hair high-lighted. It has been fifteen weeks since my last highlight or cut. (The straightening thing doesn’t count.) Don’t even ask about the state of my fingernails at the moment. I have a way of letting certain things go during the semester. But now it is time to catch up….
Cat Fight
Back in April, hubby and I went outside to play a nice light game of tennis, just to bat a few balls around – no need for keeping score, no problem with hitting a ball that has bounced three even four times.
In the middle of our friendly little game, a cat jumped from the top of the fence surrounding the court into a nearby tree. Squawks ensued and shplat! a whole nest of baby birds fell onto the court, right at hubby’s feet. One was critically injured. Its neck had been severed and its legs were spread out every which way. One hopped off into the nearby bushes to take cover (you might say, the smart one of the bunch), and the third hopped, stumblingly, across the court towards the net, trying to escape impending doom. Meanwhile, the mama bird screeched loudly. Shrieking. I imagined she was calling, “My babies! My babies!”…