Is authorship like mothership, or rather authorhood like motherhood? In both examples, a woman gives birth. Before one can become an author or a mother, one must consider many possible plights. Setting aside money for the expenses that come with a child--diapers, doctors visits, the child's education--is no different than amassing great wealth ( ( Read more... )

I can't sleep. I'm in one of my thinking spells... or rather one of my reflective holes, sucking me into what could have been ( Read more... )

I have two weeks left in my Argument & Debate class. I'm registered for Public Speaking for Summer II session. In the fall, I will do my internship (again ( Read more... )

The people of the world are all connected. Am I the only one who thinks about how one person's actions and choices affect others' lives? And none more so than ones own life ( Read more... )

Despite being a teacher in training, I still have dreams where I'm a student. My first class was a science class taught by Jabin who actually had two classes to teach at the same time. I had an English class, also taught by Jabin. Everyone was being loud and obnoxious. I was so busy trying to get everyone to settle down, I couldn't focus on the ( Read more... )

Because of my depression on Monday, I made a decision to visit a past fling when I visited friends and family in Fremont. I didn't tell Ben. Generally, he's pretty accepting of my decisions to spend time with the opposite sex. After all, he trusts me. However, I doubt he'd be okay with me seeing this former fling consider one of the flings ( Read more... )

Yesterday, I spent the entire day inside and by myself. I should have gone to health TRAC to work out and be around people, but I didn't. Instead, I read a book ( Read more... )

I was back in college, living in a house with two other women. On my first evening in the house, I brought some friends from home over. We chatted in my house-mate's room, discussing what type of a person she was. Then she walked in, looking none too pleased at us rifling through her things and invading her space. From this point on, I tried ( Read more... )

I do not want to be a teacher. I look at the faces of my classmates in ED 3000 and they don't reflect the immobilizing fear that courses like acid through my veins. My flight or fight instinct has taken over and my legs itch from the sensation to flee in stark terror of the teaching profession ( Read more... )

Being back in college feels weird as well as comforting. However, my experience at Western has been very different than my experience at Manchester. At WMU, I'm a commuter student, I'm not on a sports team, and I have a steady relationship. I know few people and don't spend any time outside of class with them. The workload is less because I'm ( Read more... )