Continuing Adventures of a leading #GAPOL
This is becoming a theme. What a week and it’s only Tuesday. I’m getting worried about getting everything done. Yesterday, I was in south Georgia and had to make it to class. I was about 45 minutes late. I hate being late. But, I am so glad I got there. Carson was on fire and very funny. I’m a big
I’m making the rounds getting feedback on my papers and have one more stop to make next week. But so far, it’s all good. I’m getting good solid B to B+ grades on my writing and the comments are the same. I write too conversationally and too much like a —- Journalist! But that’s okay. It would be much worse,
I am the oldest person in my class and I know I come from different, shall we say, sensibilities. But I can’t get used to swearing in class–even by the professor. I cringe every time I hear it. I know I should be more open-minded about it but I keep hearing my father in my head saying, “Martha, if you
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