I saw bad*ss, I chose bad*ss, I regret nothing

Elizabeth and Nicole are catching up after a long, luxurious summer. Elizabeth crocheted, and Nicole learned how to swim. Nicole might have gotten too detailed about the process of learning how to swim as a 51-year-old…then Elizabeth got all fancy and tied it into metacognition as she learned it in her back-to-school faculty seminar. Discussions on skill vs talent and the general superiority of musicians in the teaching realm abound, and Elizabeth chooses a swear word to post on her office door for the beginning of school. Ever the party pooper, Nicole manages to bring this whimsical conversation back around to the coming crisis in arts funding.