Imagine you have a GPS that gives you life directions. What direction do you think it's giving you right now?
I’m pretty sure my GPS is broken. Like a jerk, it’s giving me a destination, but no real directions for how to get there. So, I’ll keep on applying to grad schools and I’ll keep on nauseating about them and keep on despairing about my current adjunct situation. Are you happy, Mr. GPS?
Here I am! With a cat!
About Me
- Laresa
- Orem, Utah, United States
- Lowly adjunct. Cat fancier (sounds nicer than crazy cat lady). Facebook refresh addict. Sometimes conservative; sometimes just mad. Bipolar OCD Anxious Fibromyalgic (aka "LUCKY").
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1 comments:
That's when the GPS simply says, "Recalculating," which is a phrase I sort of love. I think I'm going to start saying it to Craig when I don't like something he's said or done! (This works best if you can say it in that same cool, emotions-be-damned voice...)
Good luck with the college applications!!!!! (Which reminds me-- do you watch Modern Family? Because there was a great line where their oldest kid is trying to figure out what to write her college essays about... If you haven't seen it, I may just have to quote it at you!)
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