Abstract: Check.
Stats test: Check.
Phone call from my mom asking if I'd been evacuated because of some out-of-control possible terrorist pilot: Check.
Wait - what?!
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A little something about me
- Margaret
- college town, Upper midwest, United States
- Sometimes late at night I break into song. And in recognition of that whole it's - really - too - late - for - anyone - to - expect - me - to - be - rational thing, I typically preface my musical rendition with, "That reminds me of a song...and it goes a little something like this." And so, when the mood strikes me, or the hour is late enough ;) , here is where I'll break into the silly songs of my childhood, the pseudo-intellectual ramblings of my grad student-hood, the haphazard mutterings of my single-hood, the philosophical musings of my female-hood, the inspirational babblings of my human-hood, the frazzled sputterings of my junior high French teacher-hood. So world, this is me. These are my thoughts, this is my life. And it goes a little something like this...
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Um, I know that wasn't a funny story--but something about the article just made it kind of seem that way. Poor sad nut who failed at getting shot down. I'm glad that Mom asking you about him was the first time he crossed YOUR radar. (and mine.)
Phrew. And way to go on that abstract and stats test.
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