Category: Categorizing Things is Overrated

Half the class has received their grade for Contracts*, and the other half has not, and in a fit of impatience/insanity – I can’t decide which – I’ve checked my grades 5 times in that last 3 minutes, wondering if now is the second when they loaded my grade?  How ’bout now?  Now?  How ’bout…

I have a resume to refine, if I’m going to get a (very short) summer job as a research assistant for an employment law professor.  Ironically, as deeply as I loathed the ways in which my employers twisted employment law to further their evil ends, that avenue now seems my best hope for a job…

Another year of crappy Christmas, birthdays, anniversary.  No movies out, no dinners out, no relaxing on the grocery budget, no new clothes, no new toys for jack, no nursing bras for me, no nursing rocker.  More of the same, living close to the bone, agonizing over every purchase, terrified of a car failure, a health…

We walked Jack to the library to select some books, and try to perk up this dreary winter day.  Winter presses hard in on us, even this far south.  The sky is low and gray, the air chill.  Dead and discarded Christmas trees litter the curb.  I put Christmas away this evening.  We didn’t get…

My professor declined to attend our first 8:30 class of the semester, and I am left with a free hour before my next class.  I have no syllabi for my classes yet, so I cannot read ahead.  The one assignment I do have is in a book I left at home.  Ergo, it’s a stolen…