by Deborah Quinn | Jun 14, 2011 | Education, growing up, teaching
I was not a perfect student. I skipped the occasional class, coasted through a few others (hello Sociology 101), and barely passed my first-year biology class, mostly because I was distracted equally by the professor’s lisp (not a good thing for a man whose first...
by Deborah Quinn | Mar 1, 2011 | moving
I’m NaBloPoMo-ing again, in an effort to make good on a January intention, which was to write more and complain less. I run the risk, of course, that creating a new post every day will make me complain even more (yes, I think it’s possible, but only...
