Friday Afternoon Confessional: The Girl from Ipanema
I confess that yesterday I developed an irresistible craving for some kind of corn chip flavored with powder, a likely result of sitting next to a guy on the train Wednesday who was eating Doritos. I went for the “Flamin’ Hot Fritos.”
I confess that today I’m looking forward to cleaning our Chicago apartment to within an inch of its life. I confess that yesterday, while not wearing my glasses, I momentarily thought a particularly large dustbunny was a mouse.
I confess that I’m sad that my second to last quarter at Kalamazoo is basically over, except for grading the final papers that will come in next week. I confess that immediately after my last class session, I began working on “infrastructure” type of stuff for next quarter — finalizing syllabi, scanning in supplemental readings, setting up the course website with study questions, etc. I suppose one could say that was a product of the fact that I was going to be away from the office for the month, but I assume I would do the same thing in some hypothetical scenario where I lived my entire life in the same city.
I confess that we’re doing two Thanksgivings this year: one at a restaurant last night with one of The Girlfriend’s friends and one tonight at my advisor’s. Even so, I chose the “traditional” Thanksgiving meal last night, because I’m a sucker for traditions. I probably should’ve gone for the filet mignon since it was a prix fixe menu.
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