Yale week 4 :: of laundry, independent thought and being a grown up

It’s not really my fault.

I am all out of clean orange EXPLO shirts which necessitates an emergency laundry expedition. I was going to wait until next weekend when I could do my laundry for free at my sister’s during my weekend off, but I have to wear an EXPLO shirt this weekend when we get a new batch of kids in. Also, since I’m taking public transportation home from my sister’s, I don’t relish lugging extra luggage with me, clean clothes notwithstanding.

So I decided to throw two loads in but I’d forgotten my towels and the elevator stopped working while I was in the laundry room and it’s seven flights of very steep stairs to my room and then back down to the basement and I still needed my scone/iced coffee breakfast from Atticus.

In the face of this madness – all occurring within minutes of my waking up and getting dressed – I made a daring decision: I postponed my first morning observation.

I know, right?!

I feel like such  grown up!

july 19

I was discussing this phenomenon with the only other non-20-something on my staff and we both agreed that this place – with all its mandates and rules and complicated hierarchies – makes us feel like we’re teenagers again, and not in the good way.

I feel like I can’t make a decision, even inconsequential ones, without getting approval. I am not the master of my own schedule because I could get a text at any moment that tells me I have to go do something else and I can’t refuse. I can’t even walk across an alleyway, baking in the unshaded heat and waiting for the interminable light, even when there are no cars to be seen.

Is it any wonder, then, that I feel supremely giddy that I’m currently blogging in leisure because my revised observation time won’t start for another hour? And I bet my laundry will be done and back in my room and folded before that time too.

july 19

More evidence of my adulthood? Last night, during my off hours, I grabbed some pizza and a good bottle of red (aptly named Reds) and spent a good three hours or so lesson planning for my class. My class. It was glorious! Shawarma/jalapeno and tomato/garlic with a robust Cab? Yes, indeedy. Sure, I enjoyed my adult beverage in a styrofoam cup, but beggars can’t be choosers.

The capper to all this positive energy is that I unearthed this top from under another (I only brought a finite amount of hangers and had doubled up on them when I first unpacked; don’t judge me). It may not be an exciting piece, but it’s a new piece, and we all know how novelty gives me an endorphin high.

Here’s hoping the rest of the day continues to be just as empowering.

:: Just the facts, ma’am ::
Top – Old Navy
Skirt – Banana Republic @ eBay


6 thoughts on “Yale week 4 :: of laundry, independent thought and being a grown up

  1. jenortega says:

    I really like this outfit. Glad you found a shirt to make you happy (and pizza)!

  2. Elba Ortega says:

    Hooray for little surprises! Great outfit, you big rebel! I’m glad you were able to find a silver lining in the crazy week you’ve had. Sending you cool, dry thoughts!

  3. Del says:

    Hey! I thought u couldn’t drink in the dorms??

    Love the outfit! Very summery 🙂

    • mtsedwards says:

      My suite is out of bounds and I made the executive decisions to drink responsibly in the privacy of my area. Plus, I was officially off duty. I just have I dispose of the bottles when the kids aren’t around.

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