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OK, here goes. This is it, ladies and gents, I am actually updating my livejournal.
I am sitting on my bed in a towel after a particuarly satisfying long warm shower, and something either outside of my window or in my bedroom smells really bad, but I'm too lazy to investigate. For now. I haven't been spending very much time in my room anyway, so it won't bother me. But it might not be nice to leave whatever it is here for my roommate, because chances are it is mine if it is coming from our room.
So a little review of my life, and then on to more interesting things. Or maybe I won't even bother reviewing. Because really you don't care what I've had for lunch every day of the week or what I learned about in class. Really, you probably only want to know the answer to the question, "How are you?"
To which the appropriate answer is "fine". Or maybe "great." Or "terrific." Or, "OK, how are you?" Depending on my mood. But I want to write moree than a two word answer, because you deserve more and more importantly because I deserve more.
Let me tell you about the guilt I feel about the number of classes I have missed or been late to this week. Intense guilt. I feel like skipping class is showing such disrespect for the teacher. Several people have told me that this is something that I will get over, but I hope that I don't get over it, because I think it is a pretty important thing to keep in mind - that if you care about a class and the teacher and you want to show respect for it, maybe it would be nice to do the work and go to the class. Oh well. Sometimes life just gets in the way.
Let me tell you about the Purim Party - which was AMAZING. Amazing because I was sure that if it didn't work out I would see myself, and others would see me, as a failure as a RPVP of Hillel, a position for which I never really thought myself particularly qualified. And I didn't feel particularly appreciated for my work at the beginning of the party when I was (once again) reminded that I am not funny and shouldn't try to pretend that people might be interested in hearing what I have to say. That came out too harsh. I was pretty upset. But it worked out because I had a blast, and the skit was very funny (so maybe I am funny after all, although really it's Daniel's doing that it was funny - but there it is again. It was both of us. And I am a little upset that people probably thought it was all him, because he was the one visibly running things, because he has a loud voice and because we cast him as the MC and me as...nothing. But I was recognized, so I shouldn't be upset about that. And I'm glad it was him and not me because I would have been nervous and he was much better at it anyway. So I'm just thinking as I type and none of this is important. Daniel, I'm leaving this readable to you, but know that I'm not at all upset about any of this, I'm merely musing. Seriously.) The music was fun (Laura Eve, if you are reading this, THANK YOU!), the food was good, the decorations were awesome, coke and pepsi was a blast, so was the hora, and middle school dancing was a major highlite. Yes, I am very glad about the success of the whole thing. There were tons of people there, and I really felt like, maybe, I'm OK at this Hillel stuff after all. But maybe not, because really, what else have I done this semester? No, don't say that Jessica, you know you've done a lot, you just don't think you have.
I am very glad to be able to say that I finished my Fictions of Black Identity midterm project, which was a doozie (about 20 pages) and which I didn't really start until last night. Right. Hence the class skippage. I think for all that I started it last night it was pretty good and I'll probably get a B+, which would be awesome given that the teacher doesn't believe in giving out very many A's. The book that I did the project on, by the way, was amazing and sooo funny - everyone needs to read Oreo by Fran Ross.
One more midterm paper - due Monday - a memoir, which should actually be very fun to write.
Otherwise a pretty restful weekend. Maybe I'll take some time to put my life back in order - or at least to clean my room.
This has been a fruitful livejournal posting experience, I think. I'm glad that I took the whatever ten minutes or so to type in here. But I should probably get dressed and do other things now, like investigate that awful smell.
Shabbat Shalom everyone!
I am sitting on my bed in a towel after a particuarly satisfying long warm shower, and something either outside of my window or in my bedroom smells really bad, but I'm too lazy to investigate. For now. I haven't been spending very much time in my room anyway, so it won't bother me. But it might not be nice to leave whatever it is here for my roommate, because chances are it is mine if it is coming from our room.
So a little review of my life, and then on to more interesting things. Or maybe I won't even bother reviewing. Because really you don't care what I've had for lunch every day of the week or what I learned about in class. Really, you probably only want to know the answer to the question, "How are you?"
To which the appropriate answer is "fine". Or maybe "great." Or "terrific." Or, "OK, how are you?" Depending on my mood. But I want to write moree than a two word answer, because you deserve more and more importantly because I deserve more.
Let me tell you about the guilt I feel about the number of classes I have missed or been late to this week. Intense guilt. I feel like skipping class is showing such disrespect for the teacher. Several people have told me that this is something that I will get over, but I hope that I don't get over it, because I think it is a pretty important thing to keep in mind - that if you care about a class and the teacher and you want to show respect for it, maybe it would be nice to do the work and go to the class. Oh well. Sometimes life just gets in the way.
Let me tell you about the Purim Party - which was AMAZING. Amazing because I was sure that if it didn't work out I would see myself, and others would see me, as a failure as a RPVP of Hillel, a position for which I never really thought myself particularly qualified. And I didn't feel particularly appreciated for my work at the beginning of the party when I was (once again) reminded that I am not funny and shouldn't try to pretend that people might be interested in hearing what I have to say. That came out too harsh. I was pretty upset. But it worked out because I had a blast, and the skit was very funny (so maybe I am funny after all, although really it's Daniel's doing that it was funny - but there it is again. It was both of us. And I am a little upset that people probably thought it was all him, because he was the one visibly running things, because he has a loud voice and because we cast him as the MC and me as...nothing. But I was recognized, so I shouldn't be upset about that. And I'm glad it was him and not me because I would have been nervous and he was much better at it anyway. So I'm just thinking as I type and none of this is important. Daniel, I'm leaving this readable to you, but know that I'm not at all upset about any of this, I'm merely musing. Seriously.) The music was fun (Laura Eve, if you are reading this, THANK YOU!), the food was good, the decorations were awesome, coke and pepsi was a blast, so was the hora, and middle school dancing was a major highlite. Yes, I am very glad about the success of the whole thing. There were tons of people there, and I really felt like, maybe, I'm OK at this Hillel stuff after all. But maybe not, because really, what else have I done this semester? No, don't say that Jessica, you know you've done a lot, you just don't think you have.
I am very glad to be able to say that I finished my Fictions of Black Identity midterm project, which was a doozie (about 20 pages) and which I didn't really start until last night. Right. Hence the class skippage. I think for all that I started it last night it was pretty good and I'll probably get a B+, which would be awesome given that the teacher doesn't believe in giving out very many A's. The book that I did the project on, by the way, was amazing and sooo funny - everyone needs to read Oreo by Fran Ross.
One more midterm paper - due Monday - a memoir, which should actually be very fun to write.
Otherwise a pretty restful weekend. Maybe I'll take some time to put my life back in order - or at least to clean my room.
This has been a fruitful livejournal posting experience, I think. I'm glad that I took the whatever ten minutes or so to type in here. But I should probably get dressed and do other things now, like investigate that awful smell.
Shabbat Shalom everyone!