My Life is...
My mother used to call the horoscopes the "horror-scopes" because we never knew what that day would face. But today I got a great one: my life is [as] "improbable as a fairytale".
Life is good. Bad things (like the f*ckers who *stole* [more like borrowed, because the bank gave it back] $ from my Debit/ATM) are really not that bad. Work is good (I love my students, even though some of them don't love reading), my academic work is going well, my creative juices are flowing and I've got some new things going on, and home couldn't be lovelier.
I've got beautiful kids:
and I received a card from an academic that I greatly respect that says:
I am the the girl who failed handwriting in elementary school. I am the girl who was told I'd never get into film school (by the admissions guy who 3 years later became my dept advisor/counselor). I'm the girl who didn't know where Minnesota was on a map when I applied to my program [I only applied because I got a page saying that Gwen taught hip hop feminism at the U, so I looked at their web page, and thought I could teach that class]. When I applied (the app was due 2 days later; I had to fedex it overnight) and got in, I was in shock. When I started the PhD program, I wasn't even sure what a PhD degree really was.
Brilliant? Not really. Just work hard, and I am blessed.