A world passes by each day,
There’s no swimming behind the glass –
Except for ideas in her head.
She’s not flashy enough to catch the eye –
But she’s becoming ever brighter.
After coming off another month of working on (and maybe completing my chapter of quantitative analysis by carrying) dissertation papers and statistics books everywhere I went – strewn atop bleachers, across counter tops, littering my bed…boy, could I ever relate! I meet with my methodologist later this week, so wish me progressive luck! -jody