We worked on the future tense in class tonight. Students had to write sentences by choosing the ending that made the most sense and adding it to the correct future form. More than one student created this combination:
I have a headache. I am going to major in psychology.
Why not. The form is correct, and under the right circumstances, it makes a lot of sense.
Just some slapdash thoughts that have very little to do with anything and a lot to do with everything.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Question
Is it normal for a post office worker to ask: "What are you sending today?" The woman working at the branch near campus asked customer after customer -- and they all answered! Am I correct in thinking that our mail is private? I wanted to say, "None of your damn business!" when she asked me, but instead said, "Something for my dad." Help me out. Is this being asked from branch to branch or is she just nosy?
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Dedication
When I have to be on time, I'm on time. When it isn't going to make or break anything, I'm typically five to ten minutes late. It's how I roll.
My department's library falls into that second category. I'm the 9 am opener, which usually means we open at 9:05 or 9:10. No one has ever been waiting at the door for me.
Due to a new construction project on my route, I reached the door today at 9:15. Again, the hallway was empty.
The sign on the door, however, had a handwritten note just for me. "You're late . . . again," it read.
Yes. I've been on time only twice since I started three weeks ago and I have no excuse for such tardiness except for ass dragging. And maybe I deserved a little wake up call. But for some reason, I'm feeling rather nonplussed by the whole thing. I don't really plan to get up or leave any earlier on Friday. In fact, if anything, the note has me feeling a little punchy. And I realize -- I'm quickly becoming that employee who really can't be bothered to do her job. You know the one.
My department's library falls into that second category. I'm the 9 am opener, which usually means we open at 9:05 or 9:10. No one has ever been waiting at the door for me.
Due to a new construction project on my route, I reached the door today at 9:15. Again, the hallway was empty.
The sign on the door, however, had a handwritten note just for me. "You're late . . . again," it read.
Yes. I've been on time only twice since I started three weeks ago and I have no excuse for such tardiness except for ass dragging. And maybe I deserved a little wake up call. But for some reason, I'm feeling rather nonplussed by the whole thing. I don't really plan to get up or leave any earlier on Friday. In fact, if anything, the note has me feeling a little punchy. And I realize -- I'm quickly becoming that employee who really can't be bothered to do her job. You know the one.
Monday, June 25, 2007
Peeing in the Men's Room
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
"This was more stressful than an eBay auction!"

Although it's a few days overdue, I want to thank Bryan for his dedication to the blog. When I neared the 25,000th visitor mark, he assured me that he would be that 25,000th visitor regardless of the steps he'd have to take. He considered hiring someone to do the site monitoring, but decided that would be playing dirty. In the end, having done all of the hard work on his own, Bryan accomplished his lofty goal. This picture is his proof.
Congrats, Bryan. Congrats.
Saturday, June 09, 2007
Abundance
Earlier this spring I lost some sleep over how I'd make money during the summer months. I applied for numerous jobs, and through a bit of luck, ended up with three positions -- teacher, tutor, and librarian. The past couple of weeks have proven that three summer jobs combined with one summer class and an overwhelming desire for summer fun is just too much. So after further agonizing, I quit my tutoring job and regained three hours of sweet freedom during my week.
Not ten minutes after sending that message, I received a call from my adviser offering participation in a newly funded and important research project for twenty more summer hours per week -- not to mention full participation for the next year and a half. Please understand. Such opportunities are rare. And my adviser is, well, amazing. Really. A maze ing. I'd be an idiot to pass this up.
So now I'm losing sleep again. I shouldn't complain about having so many opportunities. I'm lucky. I know. But, Dear Universe, is better timing too much to ask for?
Not ten minutes after sending that message, I received a call from my adviser offering participation in a newly funded and important research project for twenty more summer hours per week -- not to mention full participation for the next year and a half. Please understand. Such opportunities are rare. And my adviser is, well, amazing. Really. A maze ing. I'd be an idiot to pass this up.
So now I'm losing sleep again. I shouldn't complain about having so many opportunities. I'm lucky. I know. But, Dear Universe, is better timing too much to ask for?
Monday, June 04, 2007
There's Life Out There
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
The Rev
It's official. I am now an ordained minister of the Universal Life Church. It took about three minutes to complete the online form and $9.60 to ship my certificate. I don't plan to put my powers to use until this July when I marry my sister and her fiance, but I am trying to stay in tune with the universe in case it calls me to duty before then. Like yesterday when I had to bless that guy on the plane after he sneezed.
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