Sometimes I Get Hepped Up and Think I Know a Thing or Two
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Headdesk
I’m in two seminars this term. Seminars require 30 page papers instead of exams, and I prefer papers to exams, hence my choice. In one seminar, our professor required us to have our paper topic approved by her last Friday. Nearly every class meeting before that date, she said pretty much these exact words: “Please don’t wait until Friday to talk to me. Your paper topic must be approved by me on Friday, and your initial topic idea may not be a good one, so you need to come in much earlier than Friday and talk with me about it. You will receive a letter grade off on your final…
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Burdens: Who really cares about part 3 anyway?
I heard a story the other day about a family that had lived here for generations. All of them – every cousin, every aunt, every niece and grandchild and son and daughter. When Katrina came, they had nowhere to go, because everyone they knew was here. Could you afford to pick up and move to a hotel for a week? How about for ten months? How about forever? I think this family took buses to stay in shelters in Houston. They never did come back. The oldest generation moved to Arizona, taking pretty much nothing with them, using retirement money to furnish their new house from scratch. Their son took…
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Vitriol
I hope the Arizona shooting provides us with the opportunity to take it all down a notch and begin agreeably disagreeing. I’m not super hopeful, because it depends partly on a lot of political pundits changing their rhetoric. And when one can make big dolla dolla billz talking out of your hat and calling people tyrants and evil and a threat to our way of life, riling up the masses, crazy people’s potential literal interpretations be damned, it would take a surfeit of character to change tack. And oh – what a surprise! Rush Limbaugh’s website is telling the elite liberal media to stop picking on poor Sarah Palin and…
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Wasted Day
Sitter couldn’t come today, and the Professor is occupied at school from morning til well after dinner. I have about 35 pages of a paper to write, 35 difficult pages of a difficult paper that I’ve had to re write and re-structure twice now, and I have about 9 days to do it. I wish I could have gotten a head start today. I am really really really really anxious about it. I’m putting our kids’ names on a daycare waiting list. Put a fork in me, I’m done being the stay at home wife + spousal support to PhD + second year law student. Before I started this blog…
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Fini
A finite number of pictures will be taken of each of my children, this I know. One day, their lives will end, and there will be no more. It’s an odd way to think about death, but as I watch Madeline Alice Spohr’s parents try to negotiate their lives without her, and I see them post the same pictures of her again and again, it struck me. I don’t know them, never new her, but felt like I did. She would be three today. Instead of a picture of a three year old, they have to select one from the seventeen short months they had her. Ah, the pain of…