I gave a lecture about Twin Oaks today in my Sociology of the Family class, and I suggested they check out this blog for more stories about my experience there.  Afterwards, I realized that some of my students might find it weird to be reading such personal information about their TA...

So, this is your warning, SOC 252 students at UVA!  I've written about lots of different parts of my life here, and it might just be more than you want to know about me...  Read on at your own risk!

(I left in Jan 06, so most of the Twin Oaks stories are from posts previous to that)

It's been a long while since I've written here, and this isn't going to be a long post.  I'm working on wedding invitations instead of studying for this afternoon's statistics exam, both of which I've been procrastinating on.
I'm just waiting for a phone call back from the stationery store to see if they've got the color of envelopes we want.  I didn't think I'd be this kind of bride...

This can't really be an "update of all the things that have happened since I wrote last" kind of post, because so much has happened and, at the same time, so little.  I have less than a month left in the semester, and I'm so looking forward to the end that I'm not working on the papers I need to be writing now.  I'm OVER grad school. The allure and mystique have evaporated and I'm realizing that it's really only going to be what I want to make of it, and I don't want to make much of it.  And yet, I'm still coming back for one more year.  Only two classes left, and writing my thesis, and I've got my Master's Degree, I've finished what I've started, even if it isn't what I wanted it to be.  I'll take one class next semester, TA for one class, and teach part-time in a local alternative high school.  And be an apprentice to a friend who is a massage therapist... trying to find a way to support my life in a way that makes sense to me (it ISN'T academia, I now realize).

The stationery store called -- they have what I want.  Off I go, the not-so-merry consumer.  More later...