How to Love Living in the Now When You’d Rather Stay in Bed for All of Time
Some people live in the past, but I prefer the future. When I slip into bed every night, I am waiting for the next good thing.
Some people live in the past, but I prefer the future. When I slip into bed every night, I am waiting for the next good thing.
The doctor asked me if I eat a balanced diet and exercise and I had to answer no on both counts. Banking. My health insurance coverage. I have no experience in shopping for used cars.
Amazing. What utopia am I in? Is this what I’ve been missing at private school? Do all public schools work like this? You just walk into a party and someone comes up to you with a list of girls who want to make out? Unreal!
In the movies, there is usually a lone car horn blaring, the hiss of steam from a broken radiator, dramatic music swelling. None of that today. Just NPR on my car radio, and when I got out, an almost reverential silence.
I also think you should know that I once used you, not by name (of course), as an illustration to my students. “Did you know,” I began, “that there are some people who know where I work and feel bad for me?”
I don’t feel comfortable when people talk about God’s perfect plan, probably because I don’t believe in it.
I got the syllabus, and I saw something new: forty percent of my final grade in the class is “social media impact.”
It was like asking the two of them to play a game of ping pong, but no one had brought any paddles and the only ball available was a brick.
At first, the concept of intelligent plants seemed a little far-fetched, or, rather, whimsical, a kind of wishful thinking that envisioned a magical world, rather Tolkein-esque.
We found a bike he fell in love with and, you guessed it, it’s pink and princess-emblazoned. He does not yet realize that this is not what is “expected” of him, and more power to him for it.