Yesterday I volunteered to help at a kids' summer writing program. I was at a table of twelve year old girls and started to make conversation by asking what they're doing this summer. Turns out, they're traveling. All of them. On huge vacations. They were talking about Italy and London and Turkey and Dubai. They were comparing trips to New York City and D.C. Twelve year olds.
I was tempted to ask them for help selling the house.
In other news, I ditched my craptastic, cheap-o, falling-apart monthly calendar in favor of this:
It's called procrastinating from updating the syllabus.
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