At or about 11:00 p.m. I'm in the kitchen. My son has just come home from the gym.
Son: What're you making?
Me: Cupcakes. (feeling suddenly sheepish.) For my class.
Son: That's nice of you.
Me: But I bet they don't do stuff like that at the university, do they?
Son: My Chinese teacher brought egg rolls. Twice. Once on Chinese New Year and once on the last day of class. Egg rolls and oranges.
Me: (brightening!) That makes me feel better!
Son: And I have her twice on the same day. So I got to eat it twice.
Tomorrow is the final exam period for my Introduction to Imaginative Writing course, which I taught face to face for the first time in blah blah blah, I know, I told you this already. Anyway, it's been a great class. We are binding our copies of the class chapbook tomorrow, then having a little reading and celebration. Hence: cupcakes.
Here's a tip: if you happen to be in the area tomorrow at about 11:30 a.m., and you happen to be a creative writer (here's another tip: I think all writing is creative), and also you happen to have read this blog post (obviously), then you, too, can have a celebratory cupcake, which, since they give out egg rolls at the U, is perfectly okay.