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I realized today while lunching at my kid's summer camp that one of the markers of adulthood is never having to use the word "thorax" for anything.

Well, the student who gave out so much pain this week, and spread it around from our staff to IT to the head of undergraduate academics, seems to have worn herself out. Today, John & I get to have lunch with Em at YMCA camp, and then I'm taking her back to the office with me for the afternoon. She loves to come to work with either of us. She gets to talk to all kinds of adults, they give her small gifts, she draws them pictures of Pokemon, and everyone is happy. I can't wait!

I had to keep reminding myself, all day, that the only thing I control is my reaction to events. The day began with a phone call, which I ignored because I don't answer phone calls while meeting with someone who has a scheduled appointment. The caller contacted the receptionist, who sent me an email to tell me that one of our students (a customer of our center) was really angry, and told the receptionist that she felt as though I was jerking her around. After many calls (hers) to others in our d… Continue

Confession: until yesterday, I never blogged. The writing I do is limited to marketing (people's resumes, cover letters, bios) or papers for class, which is cool because I'm not in class now. Working for a university, I keep telling myself to get a degree in something I'd actually be interested in, but I don't know what that would be, so the resumes keep me going.

So the blogging thing is a first for me. As is joining a group like Hybrid Moms. I'm not typically a joiner, but something grabbed m… Continue