And Then There Was Cake
Wednesday started off as another bad day. I was depressed about the results of the Pennsylvania primary, PIC was being grumpy, and even though I’d spent…
Throwback Thursday: Barefoot in the Faculty Lounge
The college semester is starting up again although I lucked out with an extra week of prep time thanks to Martin Luther King Day. Here’s a…
The Pretty Hair Professor
As a freshman in college, I managed to talk my way into an upper level art history course taught by a visiting professor from Johns Hopkins…
Barefoot in the Faculty Lounge
In my infinite wisdom, I decided to wear my (fake) snakeskin peep toe stilettos this morning. Why? Well, I was teaching my first summer class of…
The Faculty Only Restroom
Last week, I met with my boss (one of my bosses, I should say) to request a promotion to Senior Adjunct Status. I had to go…
Put a Ring on It
I’ve always been rather suspect of marriage proposals made on Valentine’s Day. I consider them too predictable for my high-drama tastes, too commonplace. Plus they allow…
All This to Avoid the “F” Word
I like to think I’m a good teacher. I’m encouraging. I’m patient—at least most of the time. I lead by example and I challenge my students…
No More Beach Balls
So I’m in Target, perusing the Dollar Deals section in the front of the store for preschool-friendly goodies as I always do when it hits me:…
I Blame the Krispy Kremes
Yesterday was Donut Day at The School. It was also the day when I woke up—both literally and figuratively—and realized that I want to be with…
There’s No Painting in Dance Class!
I find myself giving a lot of pep talks these days. Whether it’s telling my high school students to stop obsessing over another dance team’s costumes/props/anorexic…
The Thing About Student Teachers
Every once in a while something happens that makes me think, “Sh*t! Maybe I should give up on this whole writing thing and just focus on…
The Aliens Are Coming For Me
As if I didn’t have enough on my mind with tomorrow’s trip to Boston with The Wedding Date, E.T. is sad at me. I know this…
Fieldwork in Stilettos 