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Fun Photo Friday May 28

 Hello friends! I stayed up to the late, late hour of 10 PM last night, so I am too tired to write an intro. So without further ado... What has Hazel been up to? She wedged herself under my knee. She really likes licking hands now. She's such a cute sleepy; I don't even have something clever to say. Hazel was doing some sort of workout when she noticed me watching. I tried to get her to meow while I was on the phone, but she was too sleepy. Up, up, and away to save the day! What have Hazel's friends been up to? Have you been thinking to yourself, "Wow, these pictures of Hazel are cute, but, like, there's got to be other cute animals out there." Well, turns out you're right! Hazel's friends are also dang cute! Introducing... a new feature of FPF! Let's look at today's spotlight- Juniper the rabbit! Juniper is an American immigrant (emigrant?) living in Sweden and also was inspired by my pile of bananas last week! Note the boop of a nose. In othe

Fun Photo (and Video!) Friday: 5/21

TGIFPF! At long last! My semester has ended, so I have a luxurious several extra hours of free time a week, so, with any luck, FPF will be able to be a regular feature again! Faithful blog followers, I shall grant you an extra-large FPF today in reward for your patient and resourceful survival of the Great FPF Drought. It's like a 7/11 ICEE of FPF. What has Hazel been up to? It's been a while, but you may remember Hazel? The lump of fur I find on my belly many mornings? She finally got her act together and sat in a box like a proper cat. Boxes are no competition for flopping on the floor though. (Also pictured: One glamorous slipper) Hazel threw her arm around me and started licking my hand because we're good friends. Hazel studying for finals. Related: me unable to study for finals Hazel, holding her legs and tail close. One glossy chunk. Tiny, precious feet. Possibly the most valuable item in the known universe. Did you know? Hazel plugs into our bed to charge! Charging i

Creative Writing Archive: To Write Your Words in the Cloud

 Hello all! Remember when I started this blog and I claimed that part of its purpose was to post my creative writing projects? If you've been dutifully scrolling through pictures of Hazel waiting for the real show to begin, today's your day. I've decided to start by posting some old writing from my Google Drive Creative Writing folder. Part of what I found exciting about starting my own blog was the prospect of finally having a place to publish my writing because it's something I've dabbled in for almost my entire life but rarely had a meaningful audience for, which has at times been disheartening. Today's entry in the archives is from November 10, 2018. It was the founding document of my Creative Writing folder in Google Drive, which, up to that point, had only really been a place where I saved work documents. I considered not posting this one because it was more of a warm-up, I thought, than an actual piece of creative writing, but rereading it, I think it'

Address to 2021 Graduates

  Today some former students contacted me, telling me they had just completed the AP Latin exam. They wanted to thank me for the role I played in getting them to that point. It was touching to see that, even though I bailed on that career choice after only two and a half years, I had still made a lasting impact in the lives of some great kids. That got me feeling introspective about my decision to leave teaching in December 2019 and about the life I’ve led since. It had me wishing I could make a speech to that graduating class of Latin students, an opportunity I gave up when leaving halfway through their junior year. I realized I could still write it out, and, hey, maybe some of them will read this after all. Salvete, discipulae carissimae, Don’t worry, the rest of this is Anglice. When we met in August 2017, it was your first day of high school. It was my first day of having a job. This may come as a surprise because I made efforts to seem like I was an old hand in the classroom. The