I have a secret

I have a secret. One that I usually am very successful at hiding from the world but in the past two weeks, I have been unable to hold in it anymore.

I am a klutz.

No, really. This was brought home to me this morning when A) I pulled my curtain rod off the wall (oh THAT's why you're suppose to use those plastic anchor thingies) B) I broke the tip off my razor blade in the holder tool and C) as I was wrapping the spent razor in masking tape, I realized that the skin was flaking off my fingers from where I burned myself last week.

Oh yeah, did I mention I picked up a straight-from-the-oven glass corningwear lid last Sunday? Worst fingers in the world to get blisters on - your thumb and middle finger. You do a lot with those suckers.

Do over please.

Crap

I messed up. I accidentally left several items off of my syllabus - like excused vs. unexcused absences, not accepting late work and other such class room management policies - oh, and my rule about no cell phones. And now it is causing all sorts of problems.

I have just not been a good professor this semester. And I just want it to be over. Today marks two more weeks of school, counting finals. It cannot end soon enough for me.

Give an Inch

and they will freakin' try to take you for everything.

I don't play that way.

Random Thought

I want a doughnut. Maple bar please.

Um

"New Improved Taste" is actually true. Not bad Nyquil, not bad.

I Ponder

I have been thinking for a while that I need to be a better friend. As much as I love playing around on FB and am busy with being a professor (Esp. since I procrastinate so I am slammed with work at the last minute), there is no excuse to pick up the phone and call the friends I don't get to see on a regular basis and say "hi."

It's that easy, so why am I not doing it more often?

PhD Application Results

Results:

New Mexico: Yes with funding

Washington State: Yes with funding

Illinois: No

That works.