My students are taking their exams. I’m blogging. Sometimes it’s good to be the prof. But it’s not all web browsing for me: I’ve got to grade their essays soon. Not to mention, I should be grading their final projects right now. I’m so not motivated. The semester’s almost finished. Sweet.
I need to sell my car. Autumn is sick of hearing about it: but it’s the first step to finally getting out of debt. I had a phone meeting with our financial advisor (yeah, I know: me with a financial advisor, especially when I have no money), and I learned two things. One, I need life insurance. If I were to get crushed between a semi and a Hummer on I-75, Autumn would inherit my graduate school bill. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. Two, I need to get rid of the debt I accumulated in graduate school (sans the actual tuition, which I’ll be paying until I retire) before we can begin making our money work for us.
I’ve always had this crazy idea to buy a cabin in the moutains. You know: one that Autumn and I could use a month out the year and then rent for the additional eleven months. I think we should go in together with some friends. Doesn’t that sound cool? If that worked out, we could do the same on the beach somewhere.
OK, the exams are beginning to come in.
