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 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.
She doesn’t even go here!
In which Emma talks about some Seriously Exciting Things and gives so many links your head may explode with all the awesome.
In which Emma uses a curse word in the title of her blog entry, which will probably make her mother use her middle name.
In which I finally kind of finish up the whole Neurontin story. Kind of. Also I make two very important clarifications, one of which is about bongos.
In which Emma wraps up her two-part year-in-review post and puts 2012, finally, to bed. Also there’s some important information about cats and hair accessories here.
In which Emma offers the first part of her two-part year-end wrap up. Also there’s probably a metaphor in here that goes on for way too long.