Quiet day today. In the morning I met with my faculty advisor to hammer out strategy for what I like to call Operation: Need to Fucking Pass. It was a cavalcade of good advice ranging from what to do to make things easier the next time I'm in the field, all the way to what to do when I need to apply for a job. Somewhere in that cavalcade my mission changed from Operation: Hell Hath No Fury (in which I raze to the ground everyone who hurt my feelings) to the entirely more sensible O:NtFP. 'Cause that's what it's all about, really. My mom was very lucid on this point when she compared teacher's college to nursing college: there's plenty of time to be yourself when you're in the field. Hmm. Myself. I wonder why Little Miss Myself only gets incomplete official sanction.
And yet ours is not to wonder why.
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"You're on a first name basis with lucidity, where I have to call him Mr. Lucidity and that's no good in a pinch!"
- the tick on why he needs arthur
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3 years ago today: the birth of james b. and his peppermint feet
