Today in Slate, I could have torn the University of Akron a new one for threatening 55 programs, or written a diatribe about the new report proving that non-teaching employees at American universities have more than doubled in the past 25 years. And make no mistake, I mention those ignominious events. But I also got two pieces of news about universities (and states) doing it right (or, in Michigan’s case, SORT of right, as their diversity still blows, though the new emphasis on Pell Grants may help this considerably!). So I decided to focus on them.
A rare Schuman Good News column. And fitting, too, because I am about to leave for the doctor’s right now to get what may well be some very bad news. It’s been enjoyable (sort of) for the past week and a half to think that I might still be pregnant. But I must go in today prepared for, and in a sense expecting, the worst.
I’ve got on my pilliest sweater (sorry, Mom!), my hat-head has not even been TOUCHED today (went straight from bed to under-hat), and I am readying myself for another hour with the wand up my hoo-ha not knowing what’s happening, and then perhaps some very tough news.
I am prepared for anything at this point. I really, really am. If they tell me I have an Eraserhead-style worm in there I’ll be like, “Sure I do.” If they tell me I have phantom octuplets, I’ll be like, “So that’s why I’m so fat.” So, wish me the best if you feel like doing that kind of thing, but know that I’ve got the husband by my side and I’m ready as I’ll ever be.