Watch Out! Here Comes Jenny From the Block!

Tomorrow is my last day of freedom from reality, I will be forced to rejoin the harsh, cold, winter world of commuting, classes by day, and work by night. Let there be no confusion about this, I don't actually permit anyone to call me Jenny, but it is something of a self-referential in-joke that come tax season, I become Jenny From the Block. So as not to get Dooced here, I'm not actually naming the company I work for, I'll leave that to your inquisitive minds, but rest assured, I don't actually prepare anyone's taxes, although since I passed biostatistics last term with what I consider to be flying colours, even my husband has agreed to stop making fun of my math skills. No, have no fear, I am Tax Office Hostess Extraordinaire! I am not dissing my employer, I had a great time as Jenny From the Block last year (believe me, I am the most shocked of all), and look forward to a continued run. But I am worried about managing a full class load and a job, while still having time for my kid (I guess Michael will just have to manage). As biostatistics was my enemy last term, this semester infectious diseases will likely cause me the most grief, but I find them far more interesting. We already have ebola virus and black plague plush toys at home.