As Mother's Day draws ever nearer, I have been pushing it more and more from my mind. Hopefully this year will pass quickly and without incident. I am blessed to have even more excitement going on in my life at school to keep me occupied.
Update from my last post. The unknown classroom disruptor was arrested yesterday in McNary Dining Center after he was found flipping over tables. Word on the street says that he was extremely high on marijuana. At least now we can keep the doors open again seeing as how the hotter it gets outside, the hotter it gets in Moreland Hall. Seriously. It's like the deepest level of hell in there. Unless you believe in Dante's hell, in which case it would be freezing, which it is not.
Midterms are almost over. I had one on Wednesday that hopefully went well. Lacan and Althusser are pretty much the same right? Both a blessing and a curse, however, is my Holocaust in Literature and Film class. We spent last night watching Schindler's List. It is not any less depressing the second time around. Although, this time I happened to notice that every once in a while, when someone gets shot, feathers fly out. Not funny, but it did lighten the mood a bit. He also assigned our midterm (it's the end of week 6 out of 10 folks): 2 prompts, each requiring a 4-5 page response. Here's the kicker…10 point font. Who can even read 10 point font?! That's a cruel trick sir, a cruel trick.
Yesterday was also the pledge class social event. We played beach volleyball. My thoughts yesterday? "I can totally play beach volleyball. I used to play volleyball. Bring it on." My thoughts today? "I am way too old for this." My knees hurt, which, in truth is my fault. I'm not supposed to be playing volleyball. Also, my arms are bruised and covered in popped blood vessels. It's real pretty. If anyone asks, I think I'm going to have to go with "you should see the other guy."
Tonight is girls' night. This will be a tough one for me. The last time I went to the restaurant in question was with mom. It was right after her surgery and she obviously couldn't eat or drink. Dad, Karissa, and her came up to have dinner with me at school. It was cruel to take her to a restaurant and I feel horrible about it every day. Of course she told me it was fine, but I know it was hard. Every time I drive by the place, I think of that night. Hopefully going inside won't call for waterproof mascara since, you know, I don't have any thanks to mom's voice in my head. "Never wear waterproof makeup." I can't even remember why, but I don't and I never will.
I hope everyone has an enjoyable Mother's Day. Enjoy those cheesy crafts and overpriced cards. I never thought I would miss them.
Until next time,
Karina
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