Your School, My School, and baby jump jump

Another school year is here again.  Yipp-ie-frickin-yippe.  I find myself entangled in teaching six classes - and this year only one of my students shows up high to class.  Yup, she is on some serious depressants.  She comes late (preface - it's a stress management class with which she is clearly not stressed about getting to), sits in the front, speaks out of turn... more like yells out of turn..., then she pets her face with her hand.  Not lying.  She holds her hand about an inch in front of her face and stares at it like there is a tattoo of a naked Ryan Gosling on it.  Then she pets her face... like almost caressing it.  It sicks me out.  It wouldn't be so bad if she wasn't dressed like a carney whore.  I can see her jubblies and her who-ha.  So, picture a girl with 80's style hair, very few clothes on, and an addiction to pain meds.  To top it off, she told me she wants to be a nurse.  (The sarcastic me thought "I'm sure that there is a porno out there that you could be a nurse in... good career choice!")  Then I realized she wants to work on live people that don't pay by the hour.  Shiz people.  Watch out.  If your nurse has a tattoo of a naked Ryan Gosling just bite on your oxygen tube until the lights go out.

On a lighter more enthusiastic note... I finally finished my masters program.  Holy crap.  It was a lot of work, but after having a baby, it seems like a cake walk.  I would write 1000 papers enthusiastically using APA format with 1/2in. margins on both sides before I would go through the last six months again.  I won't lie though.  It feels good to get that behind me.  Work is now pressuring me to get  PhD.... but I'm trying to hold off on that for a year.  The thought of doing more statistics makes me want to go stand in state street.

Baby Jump Jump is growing up!  He's scooting around.  Tonight he and Uncle Curtis laid on the floor and he literally almost crawled.  It was too cute.  He also likes to try and jump while I'm nursing him.   Picture if you will.... I'm holding him in the football hold... he latches on.... then starts jumping against the couch behind him.  Needless to say... my poor nipples.  I can never be a porn star (sigh).  Maybe if I get a naked Ryan Gosling tattoo....