The Farmer in the Dell

Howdy.

Updating from the library, as I presently have no cable or Internet. Of course it's boring, and we should be catapulting into the 21st century within the next week (once we figure out how to be big girls and set up our own service), but it's also sort of nice. I've discovered that I really only require music, books and other people to entertain me. The Internet is a nice treat. And television is just stupid.

Our house is wonderful but startlingly large. We have way, way too much space for just two people. We have an entire bedroom, attic and downstairs office room that are completely unused. If we actually made use of all the living space in this joint, we could probably house like seven more people, thereby allowing us to have much lower rent. Maybe it's not too late to open a flophouse/commune. You should come visit, I have like 40 guest rooms.

I found a new radio station here. It used to be one of my favorite soft rock stations - you know, the kind that play everything - and now it's morphed into alternative. Being sensitive to change, I was initially put off. However, I've been listening exclusively for the past few days and it is AMAZING. They play all these old alternative artists from the 90's, like Weezer, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Pearl Jam, Blink 182, the Cranberries and Smashing Pumpkins. Ah, the music of my childhood. They also play some new stuff that I actually don't mind. I am becoming quite fond of the Kings of Leon. They remind me of the Black Crowes for some reason.

It's weird that I'm a pseudo student. I go here, but I don't really go here anymore. I recognize hardly anyone on campus, which is bizarre but refreshing.

School starts the 8th, and from then on this blog will be devoted to wacky fourth grade student teaching moments.

Yesterday I realized that my name should have been Emma. It flows much better with my last name. Is it too late to start going by something else? I've heard of people doing it, but what's the procedure? I feel like it is slightly presumptuous to rename yourself. Weird things to think about.

Freshmen are funny. I enjoy observing them as they learn to navigate things like the college Internet system, opening a mailbox, talking to people and using the copy machine.

Ah, well, back to the simple life.

Amish-ly yours,

MLA