So many years later, I sometimes still feel disappointed whenever it comes time to recycle the middle of the paper towels. I remember when paper towels couldn't be finished quickly enough. There were more important things for tubes of cardboard than holding napkins together.

Things That Don't Change in Two Years

At the beginning of every year, I begin to suspect that my acceptance to graduate school was a fluke, and I start wishing for some terrible, yet curable, disease that allows me to drop out without shame.

Eventually, I get workshopped, it isn't the end of the world, and I remember that UNCW is a supportive program, not a ruthless or competitive one.




But that hasn't happened yet, so if you don't see me, I'll be on WebMD searching my options.

I bring you this cheesy grin because I just wrote two 190 page EFL workbooks in six weeks, in addition to my two normal summer jobs.

I marked off every chapter on the calendar.

Here's hoping that's not the way my thesis gets written.

Another shark week has come and gone.

That's the circle of life.

Sad Days

My family said goodbye to one of its members this weekend.

Love you, Zoe!