(non) back-to-school musings
The actual headline in the paper: "No spirits in suites on 1st game day."
What I thought I read: "No sprites in suits on 1st game day."
This is what three days of roofing a house will do to a girl.
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In unpleasant news, I paid $3.45/gallon for gas yesterday, after driving around my parents' town and seeing it for $3.48. Of course, the next small town I came to had it for $3.19, and the one after that had it for $2.99, but I had no way of knowing that (and the warning light was already on).
When I got back to EL yesterday afternoon, I flicked the TV on and caught some footage of New Orleans. Oh my word. Katrina really did her thing, all right. It was rather overwhelming. Part of me wanted to say, "Hey, I've got a month before I leave. Maybe I should just drive down there and offer to help." And then I realize what an impractical sort of idea that is (many things to do before I leave, plus a less-than-reliable car), but part of me wishes I could.
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It finally happened. I miss being a college student. 40,000+ students returning didn't do it, but simply a mention from one of my friends that he was taking a class entitled "Jesus in History and Tradition," taught by a professor who I know slightly. Whether or not I agreed with much of what was being discussed, it would be a good class, and then I started thinking, "And I could take all those TEFL classes that I didn't know about until last year, and I could keep going with Greek..."
It's just as well I'm leaving the country soon. Although I may ask to sit in on the religion class for the next month.
What I thought I read: "No sprites in suits on 1st game day."
This is what three days of roofing a house will do to a girl.
~*~
In unpleasant news, I paid $3.45/gallon for gas yesterday, after driving around my parents' town and seeing it for $3.48. Of course, the next small town I came to had it for $3.19, and the one after that had it for $2.99, but I had no way of knowing that (and the warning light was already on).
When I got back to EL yesterday afternoon, I flicked the TV on and caught some footage of New Orleans. Oh my word. Katrina really did her thing, all right. It was rather overwhelming. Part of me wanted to say, "Hey, I've got a month before I leave. Maybe I should just drive down there and offer to help." And then I realize what an impractical sort of idea that is (many things to do before I leave, plus a less-than-reliable car), but part of me wishes I could.
~*~
It finally happened. I miss being a college student. 40,000+ students returning didn't do it, but simply a mention from one of my friends that he was taking a class entitled "Jesus in History and Tradition," taught by a professor who I know slightly. Whether or not I agreed with much of what was being discussed, it would be a good class, and then I started thinking, "And I could take all those TEFL classes that I didn't know about until last year, and I could keep going with Greek..."
It's just as well I'm leaving the country soon. Although I may ask to sit in on the religion class for the next month.