Is it summer yet? The calendar says so, but the weather? Not so much.
NPR essay submitted: now the wait to hear from the editor (I’ve been practicing my radio voice)
Summer school teaching online: new graduate students. Generally a pleasure to work with, although each June I must remember that they are only gradually realizing that they are once again students (John Irving reference anyone?).
Office move this August: I’ve started to go through my stuff. I have a lot of books from the 90s (now in the hallway with a handcrafted “free” sign on them). And several interesting finds:
- A fuzzy red scarf, something that a 1920s stripper would wear (can’t be from a drunken faculty party since we are a “dry” campus, so from where?).
- Oooh, and a bumper sticker a colleague gave me years ago after I received a student evaluation that complained about my sarcasm (I’ve since learned to smile and let out a very short giggle after a sarcastic remark–it’s remarkably effective): “Sarcasm: Just One More Service I Offer”
- Dittos. Yes, I found actual dittoed handouts. I think they still smell.
From the Mixed Up Bloggings of Annie Em 