lemony

B.L.O.C.

Big Lady On Campus.
That's me.
Second semester at Kutztown U. as a grad student. Papers, tests, internet research! What a concept.
Last time I was in college (in the dark ages), we:
- had to type our papers on TYPEWRITERS!
- had to research stuff by looking at MICROFICHE machines!
- had to buy that oniony onionskin paper for writing papers on!
- mostly spent all our time in Recitation Annex, stabbing ourselves accidentally with Exacto knives!

Here's my big problem, same as last time. I want to take EVERYTHING.
Ideally, I'd like to, simultaneously, get
- An MFA in graphic design
- Another MFA in printmaking
- Another MFA in writing
- An MA in English literature
- An MS in Electronic Media
- A PhD in Composition and
- A PhD in Mass Communcations

Oh yeah, and I was thinking I might like to teach 8th grade SCIENCE. Yeah - that's right.

Guns 'n cake

How "me", to just totally overshare about everything and then stop again for like another year.
OK, so, here I am - hello, future selves! Hello, grandchildren!
Wow, things are really cooking along. Amos is ten now. Can't believe it, double digits. We just had the best possible ten year old boy birthday party, which went like this:
Invite EVERYONE you can think of, tell them all to bring their Nerf dart guns, if they have 'em, put them all into a big square gym-like room, give them a bunch of large cardboard boxes to build forts with, and have a shoot-out. It must have been fun because no one would, like, even stop to have ice cream and cake, even though Amos totally created amazing target-based artwork on three vanilla layer cakes and we had Party Cake ice cream. It was an orgy of foam-base pseudo-violence. So much for sensitive new-age parenting.