If this photog of green beans coming out of my head doesn't prove it, believe you me I have plenty that may furthur convince, including, but not limited to a series of photos of myself and two opossum puppets. Please contact me for a private showing.
um, Furthur Proof: I posted this nasty picture of myself. Yuck. But, it's from a Club Filipina Outkast dinner and I was cooking and frying and eating and it doesn't even matter because it was fun.
For serious. I haven't been in the best place these past couple of weeks. I'm not like perched on a window ledge or anything, I'm just overwhelmed with the impending reality of my first year in the real world. I'm applying to schools, practicing for various test, angsting over withdrawing from a class I hate and thinking I'm just a quitter, while applying to schools, and wondering whether I'm choosing the right schools, the right future, as a teacher, and contemplating why I chose Wellesley anyway? if I'm going to be a teacher in California and not pay off my debt until 2026, maybe, unless I evaporate and my debts and withdraw and test scores and applications and my Purpose are forgiven, forgotten.
Then, I can be alone with my green beans, puppets and harmonica. (Oh yeah, I play the harmonica now, yes, folks, the blues).