Scenes

One year ago

Tonight

Funny, but both scenes look equally beautiful to me.

Scenes from today:

1. In which I wake up at 5 am with the worst shin splint of my life.  I say “splint” because it was only in my left leg.  Apparently, I run cockeyed.  Or cocklegged?  After whimpering in pain for a few minutes (not my finest hour), I braved the cold hardwood to snatch a bottle of ibuprofen from my purse.  I read The Faerie Queen by flashlight while I waited for the sweet relief to kick in.

2. In which I leave my iPhone at home, and am unable to retrieve it until 8 pm.  I’m embarrassed to tell you that it felt like I had left a finger at home.

3.  In which I learn what it feels like to truly mess up as a student government.  And what it feels like to look around the room and to see the same terrified look on everyone’s face.  And what it feels like to have to take a deep breath and vote “aye” once again, because there’s simply no other option.

4.  In which I decide that breastfeeding in public is gross.  I was taking the minutes at a division meeting, grumbling to myself over the sad fact that professors simply think themselves to be above Robert’s Rules, when suddenly the professor at the next table, who had been holding her five-month-old on her lap for the past half hour, stooped to grab a large scarf from her bag.  Before I could avert my still-scarred-from-too-much-TLC-in-high-school eyes, she draped the scarf around her shoulders and over the baby, and began the feeding as if there weren’t fifty other people in the room.  Gross.  I realize that it’s not fair that you should have to be a pariah just because you have an infant, but still.  Gross.

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The Ball Has Been Dropped

Well, I’ve done it.  I really thought I was going to make it, but I skipped a post for poor March 20th.  Not on purpose, mind you.  I was planning on writing a post before going to work (I work 10-midnight), but I completely forgot.

In my defense, this is the busiest my life has ever been.  When I’m not in class or at work, I’m campaigning.  I’m meeting with students, student groups, faculty, staff, etc.  If I’m not doing that, I’m sitting in the student government office brainstorming with my running mate. This campaign has gotten personal, quite suddenly; I’ve started to think about how much it will mean for me to win this position, and how I’ll feel should we lose.  (I’ll feel terrible)

I want this, you guys, and I believe in our platform and our goals and I truly think that we’re the best people for the positions.  I also believe that should this election go to the team that wants it the most, we would win.  And what a terrible, wonderful thought that is.

Anyway, to continue my defense, I’ve been stressed with the above, and overtired because I was up until 5 am studying for the darn statistics midterm.  And I forgot.

I’m a little mad at myself for this one, but I will certainly not let it happen again.

I WILL talk to you tomorrow.