Students will say a lot in writing, to me, or around me when they think I’m not listening.

This week has been both monumentally sucky and monumentally helpful.

I like to think that I’m really fucking clear about what I’m looking for on my profile. No hidden agendas, no secret…

Because there are many, many, many, many, many downsides.

I am turning 30 Sunday.

My profile very clearly states I’m looking to get married, and I have received so many messages from anti-marriage…

I feel like I never stop grading. It is the bane of my existence and profession. Teaching would be so much more…

An email I received in response to an ad I posted on Craigslist (I know, but I’m not above trying all avenues when…

Or something.

That job I applied to for shits and giggles? I got a call for an interview in a week and a half!

Is my life perfect? No, of course not, shit doesn’t turn around that much in only two weeks.

I am in a bad place. I hate everything about my life’s situation.

I’ve spent the last 2 weeks dealing with BOTH my period (yes, 2-weeks...my uterus problems continue to plague me)…

Every night—EVERY NIGHT—for the past three weeks, between 8:30pm and 9:30pm, there is some kid in my apartment…

Because I had some awesome sex yesterday!

Work is giving me an ulcer, and a shit-ton of chocolate sounded like a great idea. I should know better, but after…

Does anyone have experience with getting a hysterectomy sans kids and young (under 30)? I’ve been dealing with…

Seriously.

...or maybe I have too many and they’re all jumbled together and I can’t pick just the right one.

• Guys be creepy, and the ones who respond with florid, women-on-pedestals language are somehow the creepiest