a mug. and a pancake house.

When I started this forsaken career, BAB gave me this mug because every teacher should have a good mug. I love that mug and have sipped many cups of delicious green tea from it, usually in the morning when the doom felt heaviest; always warm and comforting, that mug made me feel like my pal was patting me on the back and saying, "Eff 'em. Eff 'em to hell." So, thanks for the simple encouragement all semester, pal.

The pancake house was from a student. And I like it, even if it has a chipped roof and weighs 15 lbs.