from the bowels of the library

It's about 7:30 on Wednesday night, I just had my second to last class ever! Woo!

I'm working on the last surprise paper and then have some quick work to do refining/ adding research base to my envisionment for how education should be... and then I've got that last presentation to tighten up and do on Saturday and DONE! Yay!

I went to the Dr.'s this am... super miserable- I'm apparently on week three of the flu. She prescribed gross cough stuff, gross nasal congestion stuff and gatorade- which is about a fraction of a step up from chocolate chips in my mind.

Second piece of not so fun news- Dr. said no running for a few more weeks, but I'm calling into PT this week and going to do whatever I want.

Being in the bowels of the library and seeing all of the "festive" undergrads--yes, that's a replacement f word, I can't help but wonder: 1, why are they so loud? 2, why are they so scrubby? and 3, why do they wear athletic clothing with timberland boots? Maybe it's just getting old... We used to be loud, but we were hilarious. I used to wear pjs everywhere- I just showered and still put on jewelry. These kids smell.

I've also been informed that I have no sense of humor anymore, which is sad, since I love to laugh.

Maybe it's just that I've devolved from having a sense of humor about certain things... I think that there are things that should be off limits and I think that there are some lines that shouldn't be crossed. I don't believe in hierarchies, but I believe in self-organizing systems and not in shoe-horning. I believe in valuing strengths, celebrating accomplishments and building people up and I'm sick of the comparisons of apples to oranges and non-constructivist garbage infiltrating my life. There is ball busting and then there is viciousness and vitriol. I was talking about this today with my grad school bff... maybe it's just because of what I do concurrently and who I am that there're different standards I get held to and a different threshold of backstabbing that I "enjoy"... I think it's ironic how we teach and preach to kids about how they should act professionally and personally, but then we don't.

To end on a happy note, Seems and I will be attending the tulip festival on Saturday and then celebrating the end of course work and the kids, Cs and I will be celebrating my favorite holiday tomorrow: Cinco de Mayo aka., Mexico dodging a linguistic nightmare day...

And I will finish my papers, let go of the nonsense, and celebrate on my back porch, surrounded by everything that I love.
Cheers to us and to the end of an era!