closure

To complete this post...
1. Mail crisis averted. We are not a dorm and we will get mail. I am thrilled.
2. My most recent television appearance. And my mother's most recent copyright infringement by videocamera-ing off our tv.

the final blow

So, grad student friends, you know how sometimes you wish you could be a real adult? Like you look around and other people who are 28 have houses, spouses with real jobs, children*, retirement plans, more than one car, washers/dryers**, furniture not salvaged from a dumpster, a backyard... You know, those things.

I had come to terms with (almost) all of the above. Until last night when I came home and received a notice that the USPS decided we no longer qualify for mail service. Ouch. Totally sub-citizens.

I have this song in my head, but I am not going to sleep until this war is over. I have already written my representatives and postmaster and attended a (rather subdued) radical meeting. I plan to Facebook all my politician friends and use the fear of an election year to get a critical mass behind me continuing to get my steady stream of airline-mile-supplied free magazines.



* I recognize you can have children and still not be a real adult.
** Um, check back with me on Friday 'bout that.

BTSA

There is something terrible about taking a "day off" to sit in your house and type teacher paperwork for the state. State of California, do you really want to "induct" me as a teacher (5 years too late)? Send me to get a massage. Buy me dinner. Or, give me credit for the induction program I ALREADY did in Utah. It will help me be a better professional, give me the capacity to care more about my students, and save you cash.