Today I lazily present you with last year's Groundhog Day cupcakes.
And... a little bit of a review.
This morning I got a text from the friend who helped me make those groundhog (mistaken for walrus) cupcakes. She reminded me of the anniversary and wished me a "Happy not walrus day!"
I'll be honest... before I got her text... I had no idea that today is Groundhog Day.
But! Now that I know... I figured I'd let her nostalgia throw me into my own.
Last year at this time:
I was living in Maine, tromping to and from campus (through the snow) to teach one class of 22 students and take two graduate courses of my own. My 101 class was about Oprah and popular culture; I honestly cannot tell you what my own classes were on.
I was a nervous wreck over job applications and life plans.
I blogged most days.
I had a roommate, an adorable apartment with three floors, a collection of winter clothing that now mostly belongs to Goodwill, an aloe plant that I'm still trying not to kill, and a gorgeous kitchen with windows on three sides.
My hair was a couple of inches longer, shaggier, and black.
I had a love affair with potatoes and pasta and had one or both most days.
I was staring at a tub of red fondant and wondering whether or not I'd be able to pull off my super ambitious plan.
I could not imagine reading and commenting on 92 student papers in 48 hours, while teaching and living a semi-normal life.
How-ev-er... that 92 paper task is the one set before me today. Well... the rest of the task, at least. I got the papers yesterday and I have 31 to finish by tomorrow at 9am. Easy peasy.
If only I'd stop taking these breaks to chat, blog, facebook, and tweet.
Eh... who are we kidding? These breaks maintain sanity. That's an important part of the work effort in my book.
By the way, does anybody know if that Punxsutawney character saw his shadow? I mean... it's not really important since I live in sunny GA and honestly wouldn't be able to tell if what they call "winter" continued for another 6 weeks, but still... I'm curious.