Summer Sounds Like…

Okay, so I have like FOUR posts I need to put up but they all require pictures and my USB cable has snuck off. But today, as I finished posting my students’ final grades and (finally) re-stocking the fridge again, I realized that I had been singing all. day. long. (No joke: the grocery store, the gas station, the parking lot on campus, people were STARING, man…)  And that’s where Kyle found me…standing in the middle of the kitchen, singing something at the top of my lungs and dancing like it was 1963. My mom used to say that you could measure Elizabeth’s happiness by how much singing you could hear in the house. I don’t think I realized until today how little I’ve been singing this last quarter.

So in honor of our inner-rockstars, I present you with a sampling of my summer playlist. And please, please share your favorite summer songs below!

Working Hard or Hardly Working: a day in the life of a grad student

I haven’t talked much about graduate school on this blog but now that I am in my last quarter as a master’s student (and about to begin my PhD), I thought maybe some of you might like to see a typical day for me on campus.

This is right across from one of the buildings where I teach.

The café where I buy my morning Starbucks…

Obviously the caffeine hasn’t hit me, yet.

I teach in this building. Obviously, this is the closest I will ever come to actual engineering.

This is one of my classrooms. One of my students was nice enough to take a picture. And that's a quote from the beginning of Twelfth Night on the board behind me.

After class, I decided to take the scenic route and show you some of my favorite spots on campus. I don’t always have time to go the pretty way but thankfully, I did on Thursday!

Pretty old buildings that I never have any reason to visit.

There were hundreds of pinwheels on one of the South Oval lawns as a part of project to end child abuse. They were beautiful with the sun shining right on them.

I love this tree. And the eye painted on it.

My hands-down best-loved spot at the university, Mirror Lake. I sat here and ate my lunch and watched people feed the birds. Obviously, none of them read THIS sign:

I’m not going to say this is slightly overdramatic signage but…I’m thinking it. And for anyone who doesn’t already know where I go to school, here you go…

If you’re not familiar, football is kind of the only thing that matters here. Go Bucks. I considered that maybe the bloggingverse shouldn't know where I attend graduate school. But I go to school with 56,000 people. Good luck stalking me.
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My mailbox in the grad corridor…

And the office where I hold hours…

The rec center (where people with great tan lines and big muscles like to work out)

Brutus the mascot dressed as a mime and The Phantom of the Opera.
Don’t laugh, he’s a very multi-faceted nut. 
So this post was mostly pictures…hope you liked them!