Text from my sister
:Mom’s lying in bed eating a baguette. She just made me handvacuum her.
:I thought she was joking. I was like “oh hahaha” *miming the motion* and she’s like “hurry up and bring it over”
Thesis defended, committee approved! Pictured above: my lovely audience, waving. YOU’RE THE BEST.
I love the world from Chrissy’s GIF-eye view.
But far too fraught a gesture! Third-years, don’t leave!
Yesterday, after a long email volley with a student (about how to properly structure an arguable thesis statement, whether I was making things too difficult, what was his full grade rundown, could he get a B without turning this paper in at all), he asked me when and where he was supposed to turn this paper in. At which point, I lost patience and wrote back: BEATS ME.
If you need me, I’ll be here.
so i was going to grade 25 papers today but instead i made chocolate cardamom cupcakes and watched tv —
momz
Asked my sister to ask my mom if paintings I did in undergrad were anywhere to be found in the house. My mom wrote back: “Probably most of them, that is, if those movers didn’t throw them out purposely.”
…Ah yes, if the “movers” didn’t throw them out on purpose.
I was determined to garden today, but Ben has convinced me that I would look like a maniac.
But come on! This much snow, now? Why won’t you let us out of your clutches? Who’s the real maniac, Winter??
