2. office hours
3. independent study with my favorite professor
Monday just snuck right on up, didn’t she? So here’s my plan (and bear with me, I think it’s a doozy): Let’s not have to wake up to what should be a beautiful spring day but is instead a gray and rainy and sad Oregon day. Let’s not catch up on grading. Let’s not spend the day sitting at a desk. Instead, let’s read more good books and put our feet under the covers and take a mid-afternoon nap and make something spectacular for lunch and be lazy and listen to perfect music and drink icy-cold white wine straight from the bottle. How about that? Summer, we need to have a date soon…
Okay, fine. I’ll be a responsible adult and do my job. But I’m still putting some really good music on and I’m taking off my shoes and I’m going to drink all the coffee and buzz around my office like a hummingbird.
1. finalize my last paper of the term and turn that puppy in!
2. start the interminable grading dance
3. afternoon showing ofMiss Representation
skirt: thrifted belt: vintage sweater, tights, and t-shirt: Target wellies: Hunter
I’m super excited about today’s pictures, because not only am I debuting my spring clothes (snow on the ground be damned!), but I’m also debuting my new tattoo! The adjustment period of this tattoo is proving to be such a funny thing: I keep forgetting I have the piece and then it’ll catch my eye and suddenly, pow! It’s like that sight causes a blast of endorphins to rush through my brain and I just get happy. It makes me so happy, which is, I guess, the whole reason I got it, right? What a nice little present to myself…
P.s., here’s my favorite picture of the day, because it shows both of my tattoos:
3. more work
4. teach — tonight is the last day of class, and I have to admit: I’m going to miss these little dudes!
dress – Old Navy (ancient) blouse (worn under the dress) – thrifted tights – Gap knee-socks – Hema rain-boots – Hunter belt – J.Crew scarf – from a fair-trade source (a beloved gift from my beloved Mommy)
Man oh man, has this ever been a whirlwind of a term! Tonight is my last night with this class and I’m realizing how much I’m going to miss them. They were challenging and enraging, just like every class is, but they were also rewarding in a totally unique way. I always tell my students to keep in touch, to drop by my office and let me know how things are going, to think of me as a resource for the rest of their time here at the University. Some of my students have taken me up on that — in fact, some of the students I mentored way back when I was an undergrad “peer mentor” have remained dear friends whose lives I’m constantly impressed by — but I really hope these ones do. I’m really proud of them.
So I baked them cookies last night. It’s the least I can do, right?
1. sit in on a friend’s class — she’s teaching (she’s taught, actually, because this happened an hour ago) the play A Number, which I adore and want to teach sometime, so this was a little last-week-of-the-term treat for me!
2. write edit revise — I’ve got a paper due tomorrow morning that just isn’t turning out how I want it to (yet)
jeans – Old Navy Sweetheart rain-boots – Hunter blouse and belt – thrifted sweater – Target
I woke up this morning to what the weather service calls “strong gusts of wind up to 50mph” and I call “great goodness I’m going to need to wear trousers today.” But apparently it did nothing but fluff my hair up extra nice, so that’s not too bad. I mean, part of the town apparently lost power, but hey— hair! I’ve got priorities.
Anyhow, last night I fell into the revise-my-paper-till-1-a.m. trap and thus I think I probably got about half the amount of sleep I’d have liked to get. But the conclusion of this paper is looking much better, so really, I can’t be too glum.
1. morning class
2. afternoon class
3. the break in the middle of the day where I try to DO ALL THE THINGS
4. teach in the evening
jeans – Old Navy Sweetheart boots – Hunter Wellies blouse – Gap sweater – Target belt – vintage scarf – a street market in Holland (hey hey, Albert Cuyp Markt!)
When I woke up this morning, at 6:45 (or, as I think of it, the Horrible Hour), there was snow on the ground, snow lightly blowing around the backyard, snow delicately piled up on the doghouse. It was very picturesque. So I dressed in anticipation of snow: heavy socks, rain-boots, practical trousers (instead of skirts). But do you know what I found when I stepped out of the door? Not-snow. But the sun came out, so I got to wear my new sunglasses:
shades – Franco Sarto
Oh, Oregon! When is your weather going to start making sense?