If this is any indication of how the show's...
Schmidt: I'll take you through the whole thing. I'll be like your guide.
Jess: Like Gandolf through Middle Earth?
Schmidt: Probably not like... Okay, first of all, let's take the Lord of the Rings references and put them in a deep, dark cave, where no one's gonna find them. Ever.
Jess: Except Smeagle. He lives in a cave
Work work work. Keep going. Why aren’t you being productive? You should be grading. You should be done grading and on to constructing class discussions. Hopeless. Stop being so self-pitying. Rub some dirt in it. You’re a big girl. You’ll get it done and all will be fine. You may die alone, yes, but at least you’ll have been professionally productive. This world is...
are terrifying. Rick Perry, to mention one, makes me extremely nervous.
The need to speak, to be heard, to put your voice out for others to consume and respond to seems to be compulsive for most of us. We cannot help ourselves. This need may manifest itself in various ways, graffiti art, facebook status updates, blog posts, striking up a conversation with the stranger next to you in line at the grocery store. The need is there, but should it be sated? When should we...
I miss my bed. I miss having a washer and dryer. Hotel beds are not very comfortable. Stupid bursting pipes.
Even though the plumbing in my house exploded in a horrendous torrent of sewage that flooded two-thirds of my house, which resulted in the diaspora of my family to a teeny-tiny hotel room, I feel ecstatic. Why, you may ask. Hold that thought. Due to the aforementioned dilemma sleep has been lacking from my daily routine for the past two days. I was nervous for this morning’s class. I...
…I forget that students are not always confident enough to speak in class. …I feel phenomenal after teaching, while other times I feel like a complete and utter failure. …I let my personal life bleed into my professional life. …I let my guard down for a second and think of him. …I chastise myself for being so fucking melodramatic and mopey. …I remember that...
A bright shining moment after a not so shiny week
After having a fairly shitty week, one little phone skyrocketed my mood. Not only did some one ask me, a first year grad school teacher to substitute for their class, but it’s someone I completely admire and respect. Nothing says, “not a failure” like your mentor thinking you’re competent enough to represent them in a professional setting.
Going to school on your period, and having to...
My thoughts exactly. bearsinyourovaries: acciojiley: The Inside: The Outside: “MY LIFE SUCKS. NEED CHOCOLATE” “WHY THE FUCK DID MOM NOT GET ME CHOCOLATE?” “I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL EVERYONE” And all the boys stare at you like: But all the girls are like: “I feel your pain” LMFAO SO ACCURATE. ^
Generally, confrontation is not pleasant. Two parties, that both believe they are in the right must go head to head to hash out whatever issues they are experiencing. Sometimes, these issues are resolved; often, both parties leave the confrontation flustered, frustrated, and flushed from anger. So, the question of the whether or not the confrontational proceeding is worthwhile arises. However, in...
Once upon a time
There was a young barista who had suffered the slings of romantic misfortune. One day while behind the counter, as she forlornly wiped down the faux-marble surfaces with a sky-blue cheesecloth rag, she was approached by a customer. He was tall, with a kind face and dark hair. He questioned her about the pastries available. “Is that some kind of pie?” “Pie?” “Yeah,...