Since I’ve last written, I’ve moved in with my boyfriend—a first for me! It’s been great and easy and we’ve been talking about marriage in the not-too-distant future, and I am supremely happy.

So I jumped ship from teaching and am close to finishing my MBA with a concentration in marketing...and I’m scared shitless as to what I’m going to do next.

I realize what’s been bothering me all weekend: I’m a rule follower in a world where only 70% follow the rules.

One of my white male students walked into class wearing a “meninist” tank top.

Found this online. I’m putting it on my calendar, and putting 3 postcards in the mail tonight in preparation—two to the House Oversight Committee and one to my senator. I got some awesome postcards from Etsy that needed to get used.

I called my Senator this morning. Told her to vote against DeVos, the Supreme Court nominee since that is a stolen seat, and pretty much fight against anything Trump puts up to Congress. Told her office to tell her to get all the Dems on board and any Republicans they can because her constituents are scared by what…

I keep coming back to this in these increasingly dark times. My instincts to survive are really fucking strong, but I like to think that when push came to shove, I’d make the right choice in the face of tough decisions.

I’ve enjoyed two weeks off from both work and school, but that is coming to an end...

Like, so bad!

I went home this weekend for a quick birthday dinner (mine!). While I was hanging out waiting for the dinner to start, I was aimlessly opening the cabinets like I always do and saw hot chocolate. Here was the exchange between me and my mom.