Peachy
Because I am a glutton for punishment, I volunteered to come back to Georgia. Once again, I am torturing classes of fourth graders by giving them a 90 minute test. What makes it worse than last time is the fact that it's a pretest, which means that -- ideally for our research purposes -- they are not supposed to do very well. Imagine being nine or ten years old and being subjected to an hour and a half of silently answering questions about stuff you have never heard of. Good times.
But, on the up side, this time we are working just outside of Atlanta and I have a GPS -- which means a significant reduction in navigation-related freakouts. The oddly poetic brand-name of the GPS is "Neverlost," which for me means "Onlyoccasionallylost." Since I have a serious spatial relations deficiency, this is a major improvement.
However, the actual point I wanted to make was that last night I ate tempeh. At a bar. At 9 PM. In a suburb. In Georgia. If you did not grow up vegetarian in the South you may not realize what a huge deal this is, but trust me, I almost keeled over from shock when I saw the menu. So, you heard it here first: vegetarianism has officially arrived.
But, on the up side, this time we are working just outside of Atlanta and I have a GPS -- which means a significant reduction in navigation-related freakouts. The oddly poetic brand-name of the GPS is "Neverlost," which for me means "Onlyoccasionallylost." Since I have a serious spatial relations deficiency, this is a major improvement.
However, the actual point I wanted to make was that last night I ate tempeh. At a bar. At 9 PM. In a suburb. In Georgia. If you did not grow up vegetarian in the South you may not realize what a huge deal this is, but trust me, I almost keeled over from shock when I saw the menu. So, you heard it here first: vegetarianism has officially arrived.