I’m Lovin’ It

A lot of good stuff has happened recently.  First and foremost, I graduated!  But don’t think you are off the hook.  Although my wailing and moaning about the thesis has ended, a new era of bitching is about to begin.  I’m going to apply to Ph.D. programs and I need to get a good score on my English Literature Subject Matter test to get into the schools I’ve chosen.  The studying and whining will commence now tomorrow after the Law & Order marathon this weekend. 

Mr. Dingo has been very supportive with this decision.  Actually, it wasn’t really a decision.  If I don’t have a Ph.D. I’ll never be able to be on the tenure track at any university.  Except for McDonald’s Hamburger University.  While I find black pants slimming, I just can’t make peace with wearing a visor every day; it would crush my curls and I’m sure that the polyester would make me break out along my hairline.  I also think that 3½ years as a flight attendant was more than enough to show me that my strengths do not lie in customer service. 

The second good thing that happened was that classes started this week!  I’ve missed teaching and it looks as if I have some pretty good students this semester. So far they seem very animated and chatty.  I’d rather reign in conversation than do everything short of lighting my farts on fire just to get a response.  I swear, there were times last semester when I wasn’t sure if I had walked into my class or the cadaver room at the nearby medical center.

The first day of class was this past Tuesday.  I gave my big “Plagiarism:  Don’t do it or I will fuck you up” speech.  It was a big hit.  I had one student, however, who came up after class and claimed that she had some sort of psychic ability and that sometimes the stuff she writes has already been written.  It’s not plagiarism though, she promised.  She’s just channeling other creative energies.  Riiiiight.  You’ve got to give it to the girl, to make up an excuse like that takes crystal balls.  While I was thinking “Great, I’ve got the Ghost Whisperer in my class,” I responded professionally by informing her that I am also psychic because when I smell bullshit, it’s a sign that a plagiarized paper is nearby. She didn’t show up today.  She must’ve seen a giant floating F in her future.

Annnddd…I know you’ve been wondering what’s up with the lack of running updates.  Quite simply, I haven’t been running.  With a knee injury in October that required six to eight weeks of healing, the thesis madness of November and December, and a severe case of the Lazy Ass Can’t Even Get Off The Couch To Find The Television Remote, my running was non-existent.  But I’ve started up again.  I’m at a run/walk now.  It’s a little frustrating to know that I was running 14 miles just a few months ago and I’m run/walking one measly mile now.  But it’s good to be moving again.  It’s good to be out there.  Unfortunately, I don’t have any comments on the usual running freak parade.  With 20 degree temperatures, anyone out there running is the freak parade, myself included.  Who runs in 20 degrees?!  I do. And the guy who runs in a puffy jacket and jeans with a Marlboro hanging from his mouth. 

The only sand in my panties this week is the ongoing construction next door.  Aren’t we in a recession, Innernetz?!  Didn’t Home Depot just lay off a gabillion people?  Then why are the construction workers still working?  I am praying to Sweet Baby Jebus that they soon run out of nails, drills, and what sounds like a broken accordion because my sanity depends on it.

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