Archive - Dec 2007 - Blog entry

This was going to be a four-part series. Then I saw this phrase chalked into the side of a brick wall on campus. I figured I didn't need to make any smug remarks to explain its significance. In fact, I don't need to respond in any way to this image. It makes my entire case for me. This person pays $40,000 a year for an education that they don't want--at least one they don't value. The legacy lives on.

It's true, we should perhaps have written those papers that are due this week during break. We could have studied for that final tomorrow over the weekend. We probably shouldn't have gone out all weekend. We probably shouldn't have watched the finale of The Hills (oops) when we should have been reading that last Shakespeare play. But, hey, this is college and it's probably more realistic to realize that we're just not going to.

I am always losing things: my keys, my wallet, my mind. Only yesterday, my I.D. holder fell off my key chain. It contained everything-my license, my school i.d., my two fake i.d.s, and my gym membership card (which I never use, but still...) and I was hysterical. For a second, I felt like I had no identity. It is sad that I have come to rely on these tiny little rectangles of plastic to define myself. More importantly, I was embarrassed.

This week's post will be a short one.

Last night was the first night of Hannukah (and yes I spell it that way-deal) and I was working. Again. Of course. I called my mother on break thinking that it would be a nice gesture to wish my family happy holidays. You know, simple and sweet, assuming that they were missing me while they were lighting the candles. The conversation went something like this:

Me- "Happy Hannukah!"

My Mom- "Well, we're going to go make some dinner now."