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my mom got accepted into my college so i’m at orientation with her and she keeps having to explain that she’s the student
oh my god she has a classy leather binder for some reason??
SHE MADE A SCHEDULE IN WORD AND PRINTED IT AND DREW A MAP ON IT SO SHE WOULDN’T FORGET WHERE HER CLASSES WERE AND THEN SHE LAMINATED IT
THE ZZZS ARE TO INDICATE SHE GETS TO SLEEP IN. THERE ARE FLOCKS OF BIRDS TO INDICATE THAT SHE IS FREE AS A BIRD BECAUSE CLASSES ARE OVER. SHE DREW BUTTERFLIES IN HER COMPUTER MONITOR ICONS????
SHE MADE CUSTOM DIVIDERS OUT OF SCRAPBOOK PAPER, ALSO LAMINATED
she had her first quiz today and these were her notes
I showed her all the nice supportive comments you’ve all been leaving and she’s baffled but grateful
You can do it mama bear! Keep doing what you’re doing <3 <3 <3
These are great items because they’re fun for the herbivores to each, the carnivores to tear apart, and everybody to roll and throw around. They’re tactile, olfactory, and edible enrichment all in one!
I believe they’re acceptable on-exhibit enrichment for naturalistic facilities like Brookfield in Chicago, too.
So I heard this story second-hand, many years ago, but the gist was that a friend of a friend lived in what was generally considered a bad neighborhood, because he was a super poor college student and it was what he could afford. He didn’t have any furniture, he just slept on a blanket on the floor and had a milk crate for a chair and like an old wire spool as a table. No TV, nothing in the fridge, no microwave, basically just bare walls and a roof to keep the weather off. So one day he comes home, and there’s a man in his apartment, just standing there, with this look of utter amazement and horror on his face, and he turns to the guy who’s just entered and says, “This your place? ‘cause I broke in to rob you, but shit, man, you ain’t got nothin’. Wait here, I’m’a be right back.” And the burglar left, leaving a puzzled college student alone in his empty apartment. But sure enough, the burglar came back a while later, and brought some friends, and they delivered a table, a couple of chairs, and a small TV. “I think I got you a bed, too, but that might take a couple days.”
So, the poor college student made some friends. And he didn’t ask where they got the stuff.
