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I've been helping my brother apply to my alma mater this week. Ugh, what a process! Of course, even though we started all of the preparations ages ago, it all came down to the wire and we were still editing his essays yesterday, the day before it's all due. Thomas is a wildly frustrating writer: most of his sentences seem to have been written as if he were barely paying attention. They're bland and annoyingly non-specific in details (I mean, if he names an object, he will never mention what color it is). But the real reason he is so wildly frustrating is that he is capable of truly breathtaking writing. There was one paragraph in particular where I knew his heart was in it, and he was really focusing on what he wrote. It was gorgeous. My brother has a really good English teacher this year, so I'm hoping that Mr G will take Thomas under his wing.
Halloween was cute, as ever. Lots of tinkerbells in the neighborhood this year, and even one teenage mutant ninja turtle (aw, vintage!). We had a big family come to the door - the father dressed like a squeazy bottle of mustard - and they all said "Danke!" for their candy. The squeazy bottle explained that they are all Dutch and visiting the States, and I don't know if they don't have trick-or-treating in Holland, but this family seemed to be having more fun than anyone else who came to the door.
I was supposed to go out with some friends for Halloween, but my friend Andie dropped out, leaving me with two friends who are having themselves an awkward flirtation/deciding to be friends moment and I dreaded being the third wheel so I dropped out too. I think they then mutually cancelled on each other. I hate awkward friend situations, and I have my hands full with them right now.
I went jogging at the local track yesterday, and I ended up having to save a little four year old boy from the hidden perils of chain-link fences. His sister had apparently tempted him to try to climb the three-foot high fence that separates the playground from the track, but the poor kid got stuck at the top with one leg on either side. I happened to pass as he suddenly wailed "Daaaaaaddy!" and even though I had my headphones on, I recognized the sound of actual fear. So I picked the kid up and put him down on the other side, and the next time I passed the playground, his parents were there and waved to me. I don't know what it was about the moment I picked that little boy up, but I think it set my biological clock ticking a la Marisa Tomei in "My Cousin Vinny", because I've been wanting to hold a baby ever since. Gah. Sometimes I hate being female.
Halloween was cute, as ever. Lots of tinkerbells in the neighborhood this year, and even one teenage mutant ninja turtle (aw, vintage!). We had a big family come to the door - the father dressed like a squeazy bottle of mustard - and they all said "Danke!" for their candy. The squeazy bottle explained that they are all Dutch and visiting the States, and I don't know if they don't have trick-or-treating in Holland, but this family seemed to be having more fun than anyone else who came to the door.
I was supposed to go out with some friends for Halloween, but my friend Andie dropped out, leaving me with two friends who are having themselves an awkward flirtation/deciding to be friends moment and I dreaded being the third wheel so I dropped out too. I think they then mutually cancelled on each other. I hate awkward friend situations, and I have my hands full with them right now.
I went jogging at the local track yesterday, and I ended up having to save a little four year old boy from the hidden perils of chain-link fences. His sister had apparently tempted him to try to climb the three-foot high fence that separates the playground from the track, but the poor kid got stuck at the top with one leg on either side. I happened to pass as he suddenly wailed "Daaaaaaddy!" and even though I had my headphones on, I recognized the sound of actual fear. So I picked the kid up and put him down on the other side, and the next time I passed the playground, his parents were there and waved to me. I don't know what it was about the moment I picked that little boy up, but I think it set my biological clock ticking a la Marisa Tomei in "My Cousin Vinny", because I've been wanting to hold a baby ever since. Gah. Sometimes I hate being female.