05th May 2006
i guess i haven’t had that much to say
I’ve been grading like it’s going out of style, since the deadline of final grades is hanging over my head.
Graduation is next week and so I am sure I will have some sort of musings on that, perhaps drunken — who knows. I did get my outrageously expensive (think nearly $1000 bones) getup in the post. I look like a silly monkey in the thing. I really wish I could wear the cutoff cords and Converse sneakers that such a befrocked costume deserves but I will, instead, be wearing the silk dress and peep-toe heels of a relatively well-behaved assistant professor.
It’s a silent Friday in the office. Everyone is off writing and I am grade-grade-grading. Surely it is five-o’clock somewhere, tenure be damned. The pigeons on my office ledge are having relations but I am too smart to think there will be babies; I have yet to witness a baby pigeon despite three years living in NYC.
The one-eyed dog scratches his eye that is no longer there. The pollen coats my car in a thick dust of yellow foam. It is May once more.
Discuss.
I say wear the tennis shoes.
You bought the hood and such? That’s crazy. For a grand, I’d buy a guitar, but I’m not you.
I had baby birds in nests outside my house. Thor managed to knock them out of one of the nests. I’m not sure why. I can’t tell for sure about the other nest. I’m going to get them soon for my stepmother and then see if I can get that trellace closer to the house so that it’ll keep the damn roses out of the path. I have lots of roses. I have a house with rose bushes.
I’d better start grading so that I can write so that I can keep my house.
Google reader is amazing.
I say wear the cords and the peep toe heels under the robe. who the hell looks. our grad was saturday at the big ass arena downtown cause we’ve outgrown our facilities. i tried to talk my colleagues into riding our bikes around town in our gowns like deranged oxford dons. no takers. bah!
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