This Is No Cinderella Story

I really try to delight you all with a quippy post at least once a week. When the clock's about to strike the one-week mark, and my carriage is about to turn back into a pumpkin, I can usually come up with SOMETHING to post.

Something...

...to post...

Well.

The carriage is now a pumpkin, the dress is tattered rags, my pals are all mice, and prince charming is nowhere to be found. Time is up. In fact, it has been more than a week since my last post, and there's really nothing fantastic happening in my life. Let's face the reality: all I do is read, write, read, write, read, write, which is not very interesting, and most of this happens in Carswell 212-3, my home sweet home for about 40 hours per week. Looks like we're taking a peek into this little slice of heaven, then.

Okay, so the last time you saw my carrel, it looked a little bare. Did you really think I'd leave it that way for long? Let's take a little gander at my carrel NOW--

What have we here? Let me walk you through the necessities that I have accumulated in my carrel:

• a few fleece blankets because A) it's always cold in here, and B) I've been known to nap on my carrel floor
•  a pair of sneakers (see them down there by the floor?) for the weekly comm department jog; next to the sneakers (out of view) is a pair of heels that I slip on to teach on Fridays
• that bulletin board in the background was a luck-of-the-draw sort of item; I happened to have one in my carrel, and I'm not sure that anyone else did
• Ohio Northern pennant - woo! One of my students asked if that was near Wooster, where her mom went. Small world.
• there's also a stress polar bear floating around somewhere
• near my green sneakers, you'll also see my green jacket (it's COLD this week) on top of my green bookbag in which you'll find a green binder and green notebook; you think maybe I like green?
• various papers and books are strewn about the shelves (which you should NEVER try to adjust because they fit ONLY where they are currently mounted)
• water - always (and for the first month, I could only find room temperature water, in the water fountains; since then, I have discovered the water cooler on the fourth floor - heck yes)
• you CANNOT see the paper plates, plasticware in Spongebob mugs, trailmix, chocolate-covered espresso beans, and various other vittles that I have accumulated on the shelves over my desk
• and of course, I'm working away on SOMETHING, which is probably why my classmates (Bulgarian Radio and IDF, to be exact) assumed that I was the only member of the cohort who hadn't procrastinated on our upcoming midterm; they were wrong... sort of
• headphones, rubberband ball, highlighter, colored pens, hand lotion, hand sanitizer, binder clips, paperclips, tiny stapler, and more can be found in here, too         

There you have it, folks. This is all I do with my time. I sit in my carrel, I read, I write, I read, I write, I grade, I read, I tweet, I read, I write, I Facebook, I read, I write, I eat my lunch, and I read some more. Welcome to my life. It's very exciting.

Okay, so for YOUR sake, I suppose I'll try to do something interesting in the next week. Maybe I'll... get a life - who knows. I mean, we do get an extra hour this weekend (you know, daylight savings time), so perhaps I can fit a little excitement in that hour. Or maybe I'll fill it with reading and writing.

Peace, love, and Carswell 212-3--

Emily