Whooooaaa, Here She Comes! She’s An ASS-EATAH!

And by she I mean spring semester.  I don’t know why she’s a she, she just is.  I don’t ask why, I just try not to tense up as she sinks her long pointy teeth in my left cheek and twirls me around, my legs flying in circles like a speeding ferris wheel.

But it’s so good.  School is so good.  I am learning things (I think).  About writing (I think) and about life (pretty sure).  For instance, I have learned:

1.  Just because you buy a parking pass for the student lots does not mean that you will actually have parking when you need it.  What?  Parking?  (deprecating laughter like a cascade of golf claps) No, no, no.  Silly girl.  Trix are for kids.  Parking is for faculty and important alumni who give us money.  Not you.
2. That sometimes what I think of my writing and what my teachers think of my writing differs greatly…in a good way.  Whoa.  Didn’t see that coming.
3. The cafe near my building on campus has bacon egg wrap thingies which are YUM.
4. David Mamet has a low forehead.  (more on this later)
5. Once again:  instincts are never wrong and they are never riled up for no reason.  Listen to them.  They know what’s what.

I’m outtie.  Hope all you faithful one or two are doing well out in the big bad world.