When I was a little kid and we went to the beach, I always had this strange and terrifying and utterly disorienting moment where I’d think to myself this is our first day at the beach; we have four more days at the beach, and then this vacation is over. That sentence, I now realize, …
In which Emma offers a visual representation of the end of the semester as an explanation as to why she hasn’t been blogging lately. WARNING: TERRIFYING MIMES.
Are you going to be in the general Statesboro, Georgia area around, say 2:30 tomorrow? And are you looking for something awesome to do? Because there’s something awesome going on in the general Statesboro, Georgia area around 2:30 tomorrow — specifically, that something awesome is going on the Georgia Southern University campus, at the Georgia …
In which Emma has a dream come true and talks about it for you. AND MAKES HER SUMMARY RHYME.
In which Emma kind of goes on a rant, basically.
In which Emma writes about why it’s really hard for her to not bring up the formal wear store Frills and Fancies in every conversation, and also talks about her cats, duh.
In which I announce the fact that I’m going to be on the radio tomorrow and talk about how awful the weather is today, which may or may not also happen tomorrow on the radio.
In which Emma rationalizes her decision to write and post a poem a day along with her students. Publicly. No, really.
In which Emma explains what the heck is going on with the blog for God’s sake.
In which Emma takes a lot of cold medicine and gets deep with her thoughts.