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I always feel this weird combination of guilt and annoyance when I realize how long it's been since I've posted. Guilt, because I spend so much time reading other people's stuff without giving back. Annoyance because it means I have to pick and choose what to talk about which is never fun. I much prefer having nothing to talk about.
In no particular order:
I graduated. I'm still teaching at Drexel. I had an interview at Penn and will find out a week from today if I've been hired. I started bartending at work here and there. Larry and I moved in together. I lost my wallet. I've been drinking too much. I went to Prince Edward Island for a week in June. I went home to West Virginia, where I saw Nicole for the first time in almost 2 years. I turned 26.
I'm killing time right now before my class starts. Today we are talking about ordering food in restaurants. This is usually a pretty fun topic. I brought take-out menus from my house for my students to look at. They always enjoy that kind of thing.
More later. I can hear the class before mine letting out.
In no particular order:
I graduated. I'm still teaching at Drexel. I had an interview at Penn and will find out a week from today if I've been hired. I started bartending at work here and there. Larry and I moved in together. I lost my wallet. I've been drinking too much. I went to Prince Edward Island for a week in June. I went home to West Virginia, where I saw Nicole for the first time in almost 2 years. I turned 26.
I'm killing time right now before my class starts. Today we are talking about ordering food in restaurants. This is usually a pretty fun topic. I brought take-out menus from my house for my students to look at. They always enjoy that kind of thing.
More later. I can hear the class before mine letting out.