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Light up your face with gladness, Hide every trace of sadness. Although a tear may be ever so near, That's the time you must keep on trying, Smile, what's the use of crying? You'll find that life is still worthwhile, If you just smile. - Nat King Cole, Smile There was a girl in high school who we all thought was a bit too odd. Her biggest fault? She smiled... all the time. There was a constant ear-to-ear grin on her face. This, of course, was unfathomable in the midst of our teenage angst. She was branded a queer for the simple fact that she was wearing a symbol of what we didn't have - the will to show happiness. I still look around and see people who stand out from the rest of us. People who smile while doing menial everyday tasks. Driving along the street, pushing the grocery cart, and even waiting in line at the checkout counter are folks who defy the odds by smiling even in the most mundane circumstances. And today, looking in the rearview mirror, I caught a glimpse of myself doing the same.

According to some sources, "potlach" was a phrase used by northeastern Indian tribes to describe an event where everyone "brought something for the pot." The hens at the division of ye olde institution of higher learning love to have themselves a potluck. In fact, our mandatory monthly staff meetings have somehow been transformed into food events over the past several months, and the hens are quite clever. These meetings are mandatory. Since the meeting is in conjunction with the potluck, attendance to the potluck is also pretty much unavoidable. And we all know that attendance to any potluck without bringing a dish = you being a giant asshole. So, not only do you have to sit through an entire meeting in which nothing of importance is discussed, but you have to get up an hour earlier for work that day to cook food for everyone you do not like nor associate with during the other 29 days of the month. That being said, here's the recipe for my magnificent macaroni and cheese. May they all choke on it. 1 (16 oz) package uncooked elbow macaroni 3 (8 oz) containers cottage cheese 1 (16 oz) container sour cream 3 eggs 2 cups shredded sharp Cheddar cheese 1/4 tsp cayenne pepper 1 tsp dry mustard Preheat oven to 350 F. Lightly butter baking dish. Cook the noodles until al dente & drain. Mix with remaining ingredients. Cover loosely with foil and bake 40 minutes.

The boy and I have apparently hit on the newest and easiest way to lose weight, eat less, and stay fit: stay in bed with each other until at least 5 pm. Come on, you should all try it.

While teaching, try to refrain from making 1398734763 references to illegal substances. They have a place in the humanities, just not in your class.

1.26.2004 | Letter To My Body Hey there, I know it's been a while since we last chatted, and I thought I'd catch up with you. I'm a little surprised that you grew bangs all of a sudden. I don't really remember getting a haircut, or do I remember the almost guaranteed sobbing when I do such things to myself, so my hair must have snapped all around my forehead. Funny how those things happen. It's also almost been a week since both of the nostrils worked in tandem. How's that for teamwork? The oozing factor has decreased only slightly, so I'm assuming that there isn't much grey matter left up there, huh? Either that, or the coughing has liquidated all traces of it. I hope you don't mind all the meds, although I'm sure you haven't tired of that funny tingling sensation that gives the illusion of me actually being awake. Do you think it's about time that I stopped breaking out? I mean, I know it's only been about 10 or so years since I hit puberty, but I think I'm looking a bit silly with all these spots. Even my students breakout less than I do. Or are you trying to make me feel youthful again? Gee, thanks. That's sweet! Well, I've got to run. I've got to go to pilates class to counteract the thigh and ass issue, but you already knew that, didn't you? Later, mingaling ps. I know what you've been hinting at, but the boy has strep throat. Go easy on him this week, okay?