For too long, I think I've been fearful of change. Whether it was a total rejection of what I had become or the unknown of what I might become, I had settled into a routine - a carefully engineered schedule of work and play - that outlined my day-to-day. A few blips here and there kept it "spontaneous" enough I suppose, and I was just content ( Read more... )

Families all have their own way of dealing with anger and frustration. And even though my mom is one-hundred percent WASP, she deals with it in the Italian way. And by that I mean, the entire house is starting to smell heavenly. And I know that by the time I finish this up and dry my hair, all bets'll be off and I can manage to sneak off a ( Read more... )

My dad has been in the car business for, well, as long as he's had a legitimate job, and even while he was still doing illegitimate things. When we still lived in Arizona, so I was only three or four at the time, my dad worked for a Mercedes dealership and drove a demo that I remember the neighbors making a really big deal about. And actually at ( Read more... )

...or rather, it feels like I'm eating broken glass. Which is actually kind of close to the truth, since the ice chips I so love actually look a bit like it ( Read more... )

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I had to save my S/PDI reflection to an old disk here at the house, and ended up finding a bunch of old documents from my senior year of high school. One of them was a survey that Jennifer sent and I evidently put off a physics project to do it instead. It made me laugh, and I'm putting it here for posterity. Oh, what a naive girl I was...

( memory lane )

Evidently I'm abnormal. At both my appointments today, the doctors informed me that I've just got weird stuff going on all over the place: from stitches emerging four years post-op to my "oblique astigmatism," I'm feeling pretty good about going into surgery tomorrow...oh wait. No I'm not. I shudder to think at what strange things they can find ( Read more... )

( procrastination, what? )

At my parents' house, the computer is in the family room, and the desk is situated right behind the couch. My mom has two little dogs that think they own the place (and they do, really), so they jump all up on the couch like psychos and sit on the very back of it if anybody's working on the computer ( Read more... )

So, the semester's over. And I suppose I'll reflect shortly. But I did find out today that the science unit from hell actually ended up being really good. And by really good, I mean, "the best unit we as a faculty have ever seen. Your ability to integrate lesson plans is decidedly not at an undergraduate level. We almost called you in to make ( Read more... )