Delinquency!

Yeah, it's kind of sad how Heroes gets not so cool after the first season.

Guess what! I SKIPPED A CLASS. My first time this semester. Here's how it happened:

So I was busy busy, rushing around the campus doing things that were arguably productive, like work and yoga, and then I went to Personal Comm. So I was sitting there in the classroom before the class started. It was really hot in there, and the teacher was writing out all the things she was going to talk to us about after we finish this film (Bend it Like Beckham, only so-so). This has gone on for three classes, where we watch a part of the film and afterwards we go into exhaustive (and I mean exhaustive) detail about all the relationships in the film and the communication of it and the culture of it, all of which is readily evident and only really warrants a passing mention in class. The inanity of it and the time being wasted was making me so mad that I would end up writing inflammatory things in my notebook to keep myself from listening or talking (or else I would become even more mad). So today, when I sat down in class and saw the teacher preparing for another round of this, I suddenly thought, "I don't even have to be here!" So I got up and just left.

You might not think that's a very spectacular story, but skipping a class is really major for me. I'm supposed to be a responsible tutor! But I'm actually not a very good example. You can be certain that tomorrow I'm going to be obsessively checking Angel (the online part of the class) to see if the teacher assigned anything while I was pooped out. I don't know why I even skip classes if the stress of skipping makes me so jittery.

There is a guy here (I'm in the Writing Center, did I mention that?) who's wearing a newsboy cap with rhinestones on it. Whaaat?

Last night, I went to Angela's play with her. I can see why she didn't want Mom and Dad to see it since it's pretty crude or whatever. I didn't really mind. I kind of liked it. Some of it was funny, and the rest of it was just horrible. The story, I mean. It was depressing. UMKC is pretty nice, as far as I could see. Probably nicer than UCM, which is a little depressing, but I can handle it. I think the real problem is that I have had this mentality all along that Warrensburg is a small town of similar ilk to Harrisonville or somewhere sad like that, and that's the reason I've been dreading it a bit all along. Hopefully I'm wrong.

I'm pretty sure that we would be a really boring family if Mom had never made us cook and clean together. Food is like the centerpiece of our relationships. And I'm okay with that.

I think I've vomited up enough words for today.

-Amy

P.S. Elise gets home on Sunday. We should go to the airport with Auntie Ann.

P.P.S. One of my co-workers found out about this blog through no fault of my own. If you're reading this, Brendan, BUGGER OFF.

Kidding.

-Amy