Hey, A.
My glimmer of hope, as I finish a two hour lab and need to tackle clogged sink drains and dirty test tubes, is that we are going to change our schedule (again!) and although that is a pain in the a*s, it will eliminate double lab periods. The burden and expectation of weekly experiments goes with the double lab periods. Seriously, I hate labs. It’s babysitting 20 teenagers who are armed with glassware and chemicals who can’t really think for themselves anyway, so they follow directions and have no idea what it all means. I know I’m being negative, but it sucks. It’s a weekly exercise in frustration.
Gyms, nails, quick visit with my parents this evening, then only two more days until the long weekend! Two more double lab periods between now and then, but I’m confident I can do it.
Hope all is well with you.
Love,
B
Twenty years, two marriages, two childbirths, three children, three thousand miles... One solid friendship
First Words
Barb: What color is that nail polish?
Amanda: Pinkish.
Barb: Revlon?
Amanda: Yeah, I think so.
Barb: I love that color.
The rest is history.
Amanda: Pinkish.
Barb: Revlon?
Amanda: Yeah, I think so.
Barb: I love that color.
The rest is history.
About Barb and Amanda
Barb and Amanda met in graduate school in Boston. Masters in tow, Amanda moved back to the Pacific Northwest, where she subsequently married, then remarried, and is now the mother of three. Barb stayed on the east coast (a few more of those years in Boston), never married, used to visit Amanda often, and is teetering dangerously close to to becoming the kind of teacher she and Amanda said they would never become. Faithful correspondents since they parted ways, only the medium has changed. Back in the day, they actually passed a journal back and forth via snail mail. (Honestly. They are stored in Barb's parents' attic.) This is their first attempt at blogging.
Things That Make Amanda Smile
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