J'Espere

Conversation of the Week: (my landline ringing) Me: Hello? Mom: Hi, Katherine? Me: Hey Mom, what’s up? Mom: Katherine, where are you? Me: I’m at my house (thinking, you called me on a landline) Mom: Katherine, I have something to tell you. I need you to listen carefully. Paul told me there is a new carjacking scam- Me: Paul? Paul at the office? Mom: What? Yes…. Anyway, Paul told me that there have been 10 or 12 attacks this way and I need you to pay attention- are you paying attention? Me: mmm-hmmm Mom: Well, what happens is they put a piece of paper in your back windshield. Then you get into your car, but you see the piece of paper and get out to pull it out of your line of vision and they get you! Me: What? Mom: I’m being serious, Katherine, stop laughing. This is serious. They could really hurt you. But don’t worry, I’m going to tell you what to do. Me: Okay Mom: Be very careful walking to your car- they’re targeting female drivers. And if you see a piece of paper in the back windsh

Who knew that graduation plans had to begin so early? Last night at dinner, I mentioned to my parents that if they wanted a hotel room we needed to jump on that and said I could probably get them in at the Marriott. Mom threw out Carolina Inn, and I looked at her incredulously but said I would check into all of our options. Which I did this morning, by the way. I was on the ball while prepping for collection development stuff. Um, no. No to Carolina Inn (which is requiring a 3 night minimum stay and has a “very long waiting list” (according to the Reservations Specialist I spoke to), Sienna doesn’t even have a waiting list, and Marriott threw out Crabtree as an option. I actually laughed at that one. And laughed some more when I called my Mom and she said “Do they think I want a vacation in Chapel Hill?” So it looks like they’re staying with me the night before. Which I think is going to be awesome (in the worst possible way). I told them I was planning on going out, and she said, “W

I think I had already warned my friend I was going to blog about this, but I'm definitely changing names and details to protect the innocent, and the not so innocent. Last night we're playing catch up, and "Laurie" (androgynous enough, you think?) confesses that during their marriage, his/her spouse would not French-kiss them. Middle school is what you're thinking right now, but bear with me. I was horrified, because I've known "Laurie" for years and had no idea that this was going on. It's obviously not about the kissing, because if both partners agree on it, it's not a big deal. To me, it was about the spouse's unwillingness to try it because of an experience they had in high school with a bad kisser. It was about not trusting their partner enough to do something new, or try something again with a new partner. "Laurie" was talking about how this should have been a sign (there were many) that they weren't on a level playi

Yesterday I met with my advisor and found out that I'm really on my way to graduating in May. While I am ecstatic that I will get through my master's paper and enjoy having a lovely piece of paper to hang on my wall, I'm also a little sad. Last night I was out with some friends from out of town and we were talking about how much this program changed us. Yeah, there is the school part of it, but we were referring to the better part of it- meaning the "I've met so many great friends" stuff. It's true. I don't know what I would have done had I been in another program or not met the people that I've been lucky enough to hang out with during my time here. Making the choice to move back to NC was really tough- as y'all know, I adore everything about NYC from the Rockefeller Christmas Tree to that crazy homeless girl who lived down the street from me but always did her make-up in Sephora in the morning. Leaving behind everything that I had built th