Light at the End of a Semester’s Tunnel

My toothpaste tastes like Christmas and the dishwasher is on. I actually studied for a test and my kitchen smells like dawn.   The test tomorrow is on less than I originally thought. My class is stressed but I am not because soon, it can all be forgot.

Taking Note

It snowed today. Sitting snuggled up with small ones at my aunt’s house on my weekly childcare stint, I wonder if I’ll remember this. It’s been so easy to see things, acknowledge them (barely), move on. File it, forget it, hardly even notice it. Next thing, next thing, next thing. Focus, Anna, focus. What’s next. Where…

PP: Scholarly

MOM! Paul! Remember my Titanic Paper? paper on the poem about the Titanic? Got it back… A+! See? No need to panic on those night-before scrambles! I’m actually really pleased, since it was the first paper I ever writ where I liked the material it was about by the end of it. It’s still early in the night in the photo ’cause the lineup…