Certification class

So I went to another certification class yesterday in Coweta on Public Library Administration. I have to say that having my ingrown toenail removed was a much more pleasent experience than this class was. I won’t go into details because complaining only puts me in a bad mood and I’m trying to avoid those as much as possible nowadays. Luckily I managed to relearn a skill I taught myself in highschool which always helped me get through my boring science classes; the art of hiding an open book under your desk and reading without getting noticed by your teacher. So, on the upside, I’m thoroughly enjoying Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar.

Have you figured out why that little literary people postcard had Plath with a “How to Write Essays” book? Laura and I were thinking that was how the Bell Jar opened–that the main character won an essay contest, but we couldn’t remember.

Also, I think Janis Joplin says a common obscenity a couple of times on ME AND BOBBY MCGEE, but Laura says I’m hearing it wrong. What do you think?

Sorry about Certification. I usually play games on my Handspring. Don’t tell!

Beth