A message from Sam's Tire Service
So the school sent my mom my perminent record the other day. Since she's a teacher, they just sent it through school mail. I was reading all the info from my evaluations stuff before I entered kindergarten and I determined that I've pretty much always been crazy. They would write in little things I said and I would giggle at weird times. Oh man, nothing has changed.
I bought some strawberries from a little fruit market yesterday. They were SO delicious. I really do love fruit. I just wish I had more access to exotic fruits. Like really crazy ones that I've never seen before or barely heard of. Mango is my favorite fruit right now, but there are so many more fruits out there that I haven't tried. *sigh*
I'm going to Grand Rapids tomorrow to see Nick and stay at his house. He leaves for London on Sunday. Ugh. I try not to think about it too much. I guess he's thinking of looking at grad schools there too. Which I don't even want to think about. Of course, if it's best for his career, what's four consecutive semesters with him here on holidays and summers? Bah.
I was reading this article in Rolling Stone on Duke and the sex culture there. It sounds so crazy and unbelievable, but, yet, I can believe it. It was disgusting to read about that sort of social stratification and the rampid, thoughtless sexual activity. I mean, there's something for sexual liberation, but you don't need to that irresponsible about your health and emotional well-being. I wonder if I'm sheltered at Albion to this or if it's just the social circle I'm in. Either way, social status just doesn't seem to be a big deal and if someone behaved like so many of the students I read about, I'd be disgusted by that person or they would be singled out and they would most certainly not be seen as cool or normal.
I bought some strawberries from a little fruit market yesterday. They were SO delicious. I really do love fruit. I just wish I had more access to exotic fruits. Like really crazy ones that I've never seen before or barely heard of. Mango is my favorite fruit right now, but there are so many more fruits out there that I haven't tried. *sigh*
I'm going to Grand Rapids tomorrow to see Nick and stay at his house. He leaves for London on Sunday. Ugh. I try not to think about it too much. I guess he's thinking of looking at grad schools there too. Which I don't even want to think about. Of course, if it's best for his career, what's four consecutive semesters with him here on holidays and summers? Bah.
I was reading this article in Rolling Stone on Duke and the sex culture there. It sounds so crazy and unbelievable, but, yet, I can believe it. It was disgusting to read about that sort of social stratification and the rampid, thoughtless sexual activity. I mean, there's something for sexual liberation, but you don't need to that irresponsible about your health and emotional well-being. I wonder if I'm sheltered at Albion to this or if it's just the social circle I'm in. Either way, social status just doesn't seem to be a big deal and if someone behaved like so many of the students I read about, I'd be disgusted by that person or they would be singled out and they would most certainly not be seen as cool or normal.