I haven’t had a lot of time to write, had plenty to read. One of my students wrote the most horrid essay, and I had to correct her on grammar. It’s amazing she got through her first undergrad year. I’m lazy online. It’s the only freedom I have away from the drudgery. She, on the other hand, needs to submit a half decent essay and I’m not going to lower myself to her level; her eyelash batting frequency distracts, and is a major cause of irritation. My supervisor falls for her Belgian accent each time. She’s French, but she’s not. A lingual hybrid, and that’s her appeal.
It’s been weeks since the move, all is coming along well. I haven’t had any inane take me back phone calls from the ex gf, and I’m happily plodding along; beer Friday at the uni bar is taking care of me in the best way possible.
