ghost writer

It's Saturday, and I'm happy to state that I am not teaching today. At all. No class, no tutees, no nuthin. Most of my recent students are currently toiling away on their respective grueling tests, while I bask in not having to use my brain.

I had a lovely bike ride this morning. It's finally starting to feel like fall around here, and the temperatures were in the 40's. My toes were wonderfully numb upon my return home.

Later, I was on amazon dot com. I wanted to read the reviews of a book that I'm currently reading. The book is okay, but I found the title misleading and wondered what others thought. Once there, I decided to write my own review.

I've never submitted a review on amazon dot com, and once I submitted this one, I was curious to know why the nickname that showed up for me was "her son". I never remembered making any account settings, but just submitted the thing anyway. Then I saw that "I" had a couple of other reviews, so naturally, I had to go see what "I" had reviewed.

One review was for a video game, the other an air soft rifle. I'm pretty sure Chaco wrote them. They're actually quite well written. Since I do assess a good number of essays for work - on topics that I have absolutely no interest in - I was able to get a grasp of his writing skills despite the fact that I had no interest in either of these products whatsoever.

Now, next time he complains about having to complete a writing assignment for school, I will need to remind "her son" that "his mom" knows he can write, so stop the whining.

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