you know why?

do know why my family thinks i don't work?  because of photos like these.  these photos of my trip(s) to paris don't look like work to them.  that's why.

but i know i worked my birthing wide derriere off today.  i taught, graded, went to that crazy time suckage thing called the french table, had a meeting to recruit students to go on my study abroad program.  i am exhausted.

you know why they don't think i work?  because how do i explain to them what i do for a living?  what reasonable explanation can i give?  how do i explain the prepping, the grading, the teaching, the presentations, the conferences, the meetings, the emails, the study abroad?

i don't lie about how great my job is.  how wonderful it is.  how cush.  how fun it is to goof off around rodin sculptures like this one.  how great it is.

but damn.  i work hard.