Open All Night

PhD exam #1 down. Four to go. Good God, I'm old. And a mom. And old. Did I mention old? I can't imagine how people do five in a row, like most do. One multi-part question, 24-hours to write a 15 to 20 page paper based on a million readings you choose. Email it in, get the next question, do it all over again. For five days. I can barely type at the moment. I couldn't do it all over again today and then again for three days after this. No freaking way. Once a week will do, thank you very much. I am stoked to get them done. Man, oh man, they have been hanging over my head for way too long.

I have to teach in a few hours. Ironically, for someone who can't form a sentence, today's lecture is on communication and language in anthropology. Ha. Those poor students.

I got a request from the interviewer for past salary information. Does that mean what I hope it might? Or do they just want a good laugh?

I had about 5 things I wanted to blog about and now they are gone from my head. Maybe if I shut my eyes, they'll come back to me. Or I'll sleep through my class.