7 May 1995
I’m writing my Last Paper Ever for grad school. Did I tell you my new strategy? When I get a paper back I just give it to someone else in the class to check if there’s anything I have to respond to like a failing grade or a rewrite. If there’s nothing like that (and so far there hasn’t been) then I just throw the paper away without reading the comments. It doesn’t really solve the problem of school, but it feels good.
Teresa’s names for me seem to go through a series of changes and then fade away. Princess, Prin, Prin-Prin. Then it was Porkchop, Pork, My Little Porkster, and the last time I called her from grad school, she picked up the phone and I said, “Baby!”