My lyfe right there. I haven't even checked my faculty e-mail in like a month because it probably has like a million messages from profs and thesis committee members wanting to ruin my summer with their research and autism...
Carpe, I want to see pictures of the new place with the decor!
I'm filling out my new teacher application and writing yet another essay/personal statement. This must've been like the bajillionth one. I really hate writing about myself. Just fucking hire me.
W o m e n .