This recipe and photo came in my morning email and I was all excited and pushed all those little buttons to get it here on the blog. I was checking out the recipe, which is fairly simple, and it says this makes an excellent dinner dish and I’m a little confused about that but then again who am I to prevent more breakfast type foods from happening throughout the day? I’m nobody, that’s who. Nobody prevents breakfast from happening. EVER.
Every week our department has a regularly scheduled staff meeting. Since we are a religious institution it would make sense that we would start off our day and meeting off with a devotional and prayer but sometimes it feels a bit odd to me.
I know that many of my friends grew up in homes where the family would sit every evening and do something like that together. I have family that does it every night with singing and also some family where the paternal figure presides over his family in a show of blatant I’m not sure what to call it and there is singing and praying and subjugation and all that sort of stuff just never really worked for me. My parents never did anything like that when I was growing up so I still find it a little weird sharing religious feelings so open and blatantly. I’m pretty sure I don’t believe in doing it too often in general. It’s all a little “Cave” like for my tastes.
So to be fair I’m the only on in the office who hasn’t yet led out in the prayer/Devotion bit so I figured I’d better just get it over with. I’ve done stuff like that before and I hate to say it this way but I know how to fake it and/or make it so obscure no one will bother asking me to do it again. I’ve already made some enemies down in the youth department when I didn’t proselytize correctly. I was all like “Be free!” and they were all like “No!”.
I said yes to doing the devotion and then promptly forgot about it until I work up this morning and was like “Oh crap!”. I had nothing and I was looking through my copy of “Lamb: or the Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal” (my sort of religious reading). So….waking up was fun. And I decided that meant I should probably consider eating some breakfast. In true not-a-morning-person fashion I beat an egg to within an inch of its life and poured into a really warm pan and added feta cheese and made myself an omelette and toast sandwich. Not very exciting and I know I need to lay off the eggs or my stomach is seriously going to retaliate but it’s food and I needed some to deal with today. Luckily my dad found food gods-knows-where and lunch was covered. When I saw the omelette picture posted above I felt sad that mine was so measly and unfulfilling. I must try harder.
So I root around in my desk when I get to work and find my rather “ancient” iPod and load up my meditation track for the devotional. I know meditation is somewhat frowned upon by our church leaders but clearly they didn’t have to send out deficiency letters to 25% of their students.
At one point in my academic career I thought it would be fun to be a psychology major. I was all into it too. I had the classes and I hung out with the teachers. I even went to conferences and all that. I like the conferences part but not the rest so I switched to engineering. Clearly that didn’t last too much longer than the math classes but it was fun too. I encourage my students to be flexible because they say that our generation will go through an average of 2-5 career changes in our lifetime. If you aren’t prepared for that you are just in big trouble. And out universities aren’t doing a great job of preparing students these days either so… well yeah good luck folks!
Tuesdays are supposed to be fun. Sure only 5 students will show up to class but hey, a whopping 50% is fantastic around here! But it was when I attempted to go through my original routine of closing my door and having lunch that everything just went horribly horribly wrong. First there was one student who decided that last email with the word “probation” in large bold letters was a serious issue. Then, in the middle of meeting with that one there was a student interrupting. Then, there was a full waiting room of students who had missed the first meeting deadline but had apparently gotten the most threatening email and thought they might want to deal with that.
I don’t mind working with students who need help. I worked as a tutor for years and struggling students can be incredibly inspiring. But when they sit in your chair and proceed to tell you that they don’t go to class or turn in any work and what are you going to do about it…? Well you’re going to fail. Then they will kick you out of school. Then you will be angry but I tried to help you so really the question is what are YOU going to do about it?
And I was hungry on top of all that.
And then I was late for class (the one I faux-co-teach). It doesn’t look to good when the director of a program can’t even be on time for her own class.
Today got progressively worse and that’s when I gave up on life and started looking for something sweet. Thankfully I brought some Greek yogurt that I mixed with some homemade passion fruit curd and raspberry preserves I had at home and it seems to be doing the trick.
[And my independent study student just cancelled on me (she’s one of the good ones) which means I don’t have to stop eating my yogurt yet again!]
Here are some picture of cupcakes I wish I had to be bad with right now: