Relax

To start off with, this is Ryan not Molly today, but I have a great story.

So, for those that do not know, I am a teaching assistant at for a history professor and as part of my job I have to grade term papers. For their most recent assignments these students were required to review the historical accuracy of some recent films that portrayed actual events from the twentieth century. To help them, and myself (quite honestly myself), I wrote specific instructions about what I wanted to see in these history papers. It was nothing extraordinary: use proper grammar, avoid using slang, and use at least two outside scholarly sources.

So I was grading these papers yesterday and I came across one that covered Jim Carey's film The Majestic. The paper read like it had been thirty minutes before the due date when he wrote it, and the sources he used were ridiculous. In a college paper, he cited the Ensign, a story he heard on his mission, and Harry Potter- what's worse is that when he cited Harry Potter he could not even cite the page! He said the part of the book he was using was "probably about 2/3 of the way through the book." Needless to say reading this paper nearly gave me an aneurysm for frustration and I was not real quiet about it.

As all this was going on Reese comes into the room, walks over to me and says "It's okay, relax daddy, relax." I started laughing so hard that I fell off my chair and was able to calm down a bit.

Nothing like a two-year old to relieve a tense situation.