And There's Not Much Else To Say

Enough, Already

Rain:
You suck.
You make everything smell like puppy.
It's time for you to stop.
Then again, MP says I get a b.a.t.h. when you stop.
I'm so conflicted.


Girls. Girl. The Girl:
Enough.
It's a bit like being hit in the chest with an anvil.
There's nothing we can do.
I'm not sure we would do anything if we could.
Maybe it's best we leave each other alone.
...and how painful is that?

"She Makes Me Feel Kinda Funny

Like when I used to climb the rope in gym class."

Okay, maybe not... But she makes MP feel a little giddy.

Oh, A Unicorn!

As a department, they decided not to give out "exceeds expectations." After all, how can you "exceed" doing your job?

Oh, yeah. That's right-- by being awesome.

Alrighty, Then

And this is how we know it's the end of the semester. In MP's morning class, there are three very smart, well-behaved women that sit in the front row. During a discussion of the assigned text, it got a little weird. When the talk turned to relationships and whether or not long-term partners are needed for companionship, someone suggested getting a dog.

Student one said, "You can't fuck your dog."
As the laughter slowed, the one next to her added: "Well..."
...then the third one looked at MP and said, "We aren't even in TJ."

Yeah. There's really nowhere to go from here. But that kind of thing is why her classes are always packed; you just never know what's going to happen. The group of veterans that have been filling her classes and following her from term to term are coming back for a last fun-filled English romp. Women in Lit this Spring should be... interesting.