Dan and I moved into our very first apartment together yesterday. (Photos to come, I promise!) The cats are traumatized to the extreme and probably won't forgive us for a few days.
In other news, I have a problem student in the class that I am teaching. He is extremely disruptive in class and basically acts like a high schooler.
A few weeks ago he got really upset at me for asking him what his paper topic was and I got so alarmed by his violence that I contacted the Dean of Student Affairs, in case anything further happened.
Well it did. Today I kept him after class because he was screwing around, as usual, and he went off on me. To the point that another student actually stayed in the hallway when she heard, to make sure that I was ok. I contacted the Dean again for help and he's being charged with two counts of student misconduct and has to have a meeting before he's allowed back in my class.
Oh yes, and there will be a plain clothes police officer in the hall outside of my class on Monday. Just in case.
God it's horrible that these are the plans that we have to make. Apparently the police officer is standard in these situations, to make sure that the student doesn't come and do anything stupid. At first I just thought they were being over dramatic, but when you think about the different things that have happened recently...
I'm just glad that I have such great support from the other departments. And a house full of boxes to unpack and distract me.
I am sitting in a small conference room with seven other graduate students, all of us preparing for the wacky adventure called teaching.
It's during a break. We are chitchatting, discussing ourselves, our lives and other unimportant things. I confess that I'm living with my boyfriend in his parents' basement until we find an apartment. Another woman laughs and shakes her head, "All these things you keep saying remind me of my ex."
I smile and nod. "That's cause I think I am dating your ex. Did you date Dan Lastname?" Her expression answered the question for me. She looked HORRIFIED. I, on the other hand, having come to the conclusion a few days prior to this, was laughing hysterically. I think it's the funniest damn thing that's happened to me in a long time.
It's a strange situation, you can't deny that. She's in another class with me and sometimes I look at her and wonder "Why did they date?" and at other times I look at her and understand "Oh, that's why they dated!". It's a weird opportunity to observe this woman who he used to love. I try not to compare, and we're very different so it's easy, but still... there has to be something about me that is similar to something about her.
When I moved in with Dan I got a lot of things that I didn't have before. Access to back rubs 24/7, a nightly blanket thief, and a whole slew of Steven Seagal movies. I also became co-owner to three furry blobs.
Stinky: Stinky, so named because when he was rescued he thanked Dan by tooting in the car all the way home, is my cat. I have adopted him as my own 100%. He is the fall guy for the other two. They'll cause trouble and poor Stinky gets the blame. I've become his protector. Admittedly he is a trouble maker, but he does it with good intentions.
Isis: Also known as Princess PrissyPants, Isis is Dan's baby. If the world was ending and we were getting into an escape pod, Dan would help her get settled and then decide if there was room for me. She's a very sweet cat who loves to share my desk chair with me. She has the cutest little chirruping meow and is so fat that she looks like she swallowed a cantaloupe. I'm trying to figure out a kitty diet for her.
Sebastian: Brother of Isis, Sebastian, also known as Bubbah and Captain FuzzyPants, is as dumb as a post and is 100% Dan's cat. He wants nothing to do with me. If Dan is at his desk, Sebastian will be in his lap within seconds. He is also the most photogenic cat I have ever seen.
The cats are all adorable and they're slowly getting used to the idea of me being around all the time. I don't think Isis enjoys sharing the bed with another female, but she's getting used to it. I'm eager to see how they react to having a whole new house to explore.
Next post: It's a Small World After All, how I found out that Dan's Ex is in the same Master's program as me.
I almost feel like this is a whole new beginning for the blog, it's been so long since I posted anything with real content. Whole new life, whole new location, whole new Kelly to go along with it.
Here's a short, short version of everything that has happened since graduation:
*Mom made a full recovery from her sickness. *I spent the summer getting hit on by middle-aged men while serving beer at a golf course. *On August 8th, I moved in with Dan, in his parents' basement. *On August 24th, I started teaching and taking graduate classes. *I started a podcast! *On Sept 7th, Dan and I signed the lease on our first apartment together.
The whole apartment thing is... almost eerie in how well it worked out. We had been looking for a while, always disappointed because they wouldn't allow 3 cats. Then we called this one ad, but the apartment wasn't in the area we wanted.
But wait, said the guy on the phone, I have another apartment coming available soon in the area you want. For a rent that seems like pennies. And I won't charge you extra for the cats. And I'll pay for your heat, water, sewer and trash. Would you be interested?
Needless to say, we were. It's an adorable apartment, 2 bedrooms, in a nice area, close to everything, including school, and on October 1st, it's ours. After signing the lease, we decided to celebrate in as adult a manner as possible:
I'm never certain what to write about myself in these little spots. I'm an avid knitter, a reader, a student questing for my PhD in Literature, specializing in Victorian Literature.