April Showers Bring Bun Flowers

On Friday morning, my self-described gay princess coworker and I were talking about our weekend plans. I mentioned that I scheduled a MASS-ahgze on Saturday morning and he sighed, gazed into his coffee, and longingly whispered "privilege..." He's the only person I know in this ultra liberal college environment who mutters that word with an envious tone, which is a breath of fresh air.

I may or may not text him a series of pics when I go to the spa. It goes something like this:

It occurs to me that Easter is in a week and I haven't bombarded you with bunny decor. Why didn't anybody say anything?? Here you go and my apologies for this serious lapse on my part.

So there you have it.

I meet with my advisor tomorrow just to double check that I'm on track to graduate next Spring. Because if that's the case, I'm locked in to my last 2 literature classes in the fall. And then that's it! Other than a grueling last semester of a graduate portfolio and observations of my teaching and defending my work and my teaching philosophy, I'm pretty much home free!

Cross your fingers for me.