Meeting with a Professor

Last night I went to a meeting at a professors house for graduate students (obviously not me, but that's another story). She was a mix of contradictions. She opened the door in an apron, but then all her food she put out was store bought. She also was a balance of many roles: advisor, mother, professor, and person. She was fashionably dressed in a mix of colors I would never wear and then had screaming or questioning children all over her. She was a very affectionate mother, but then ignored her crying baby. She seemed very warm and open and then talked about how she wanted her dog to die. She was a very interesting character I never would have come up with.