There’s something about yacht rock on a sunny day that hits a little different.

Perfection.

We are in the last week of the semester. I am going to nap SO well next Sunday, I can practically taste the drool on my pillow.

I called my mom, and she answered and said “So how many papers are you using me to not grade?” And I’ve never felt so seen 🥰

Out here trying to be a corporate baddie today 💁🏼‍♀️

I just closed all 100+ tabs open in Safari on my phone. Is this what it feels like to have my life together?

Please, no one ruin this for me, since Monday will ruin it soon enough.

For the first time since the semester started, I have caught up on grading. I will now only answer to “Prof. ✨That Bitch✨”

So, if we don’t call these “tweets” – what’s the technical term? Please advise.

By “getting back to work” do you also mean opening a paper, sighing loudly, and suddenly finding yourself very interested in unloading the dishwasher? 😅