Flip Flop Disaster

"I blew out my flip-flop, stepped on a pop top..." is the way Jimmy Buffett begins it on his way to Margaritaville. I don't feel like this is a trip to Margaritaville. And right now I cannot find some good, sturdy, warm winter shoes and that is killing me! ARRrrrgghhh!! No new fall fashions that I can pass off without working to find them. This is my rhetorical analysis of finding a great thing to come out of this semester other than its end. Otherwise I have ruined a few pairs of flip flops and appeared highly unfashionable this fall semester.

Nearly...one semester down.

~f

A Step Beyond

Ok, so this is academic...right? (Some of you who might read this may know the next part) Noted.
How crazy this feels to me to be able to rant and rave about whatever confounds my mind in some cases, pisses me off (Can I say that? It's my blog, I can.), makes me delightfully happy, or makes me cry. (Not sure how often you'll know that thought....?) So there is the beginning of me telling me what I am going to tell you, then I shall tell you again, and then I'll sum it up by telling you what I said. Maybe then we will both remember what it is I am trying to say.

What was I saying...? Someone knocked on the door and interriupted me.

Till next time,
--f

MY FIRST POST

Hello, and welcome to my first blog post! On this blog, I'll chronicle my journey through the world of academia, my stress as I juggle being a mom, a wife, and a full-time student, and all the wonderful things I learn during this hectic time.

Feel free to comment, rant, rave, or just tell me how YOU feel (or felt) as you navigate(d) the scary world of non-traditional student-hood.

Fawn