Erin Miller

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As you might have guessed from the lack of posts, classes have started again. Despite my whining, I am actually really enjoying a number of them. I have some professors with some terrific life experiences, "Erin, you'll love this one. So the first day that I was brave enough to wear a pantsuit to work was the day that I was invited to the White House mess for lunch. I had to run out on my coffee break and buy a skirt from Ann Taylor. On January 20th I was the girl with the Rolodex, and on February 8th I was meeting with the President in the Roosevelt room." Certainly the moral of this story, as I am sure all my intern-friends will agree (yes, even Andy and Josh), is to own cute skirts from Ann Taylor. Beyond that, the beginning of the semester has left me with a general sense that I am narrating my own life like in one of those anti-drug commercials:

This is Erin.
This is Erin staying up all night writing a paper.
This is Erin after sleeping for 13 hours straight after staying up all night writing a paper, going to class all day, making dinner with friends, and going to a jazz club in Harlem.
This is Erin buried in books.
This is Erin procrastinating studying for a midterm by writing a blog post.