I remember the first time I saw the trailer for the very first Harry Potter movie. It gave me chills and even now, nine years later, I still get chills and grin from ear to ear like my 13-year-old self.
This is what my last three months of work look like. Hundreds of pages of scribbled drafts. So many trees. Just a few more things to tweak and then it will be over. I'll finally be finished researching censorship and its connections to African-American literature and high school students. Yay!
dishes (without the luxury of a dishwasher), candy corn, and Amelie.
And I've spent the better part of this week looking up pictures online of short haircuts. I love the haircut I got back in August, but it's growing and getting puffier every day, so the time has come to cut out the rest of my leftover perm from last December. I have a hair appointment for Friday morning. I'll probably go back and forth between a short bob and a pixie cut about a million times before Friday, picking whichever one happens to be in my mental rotation once I get to the salon.