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Christmas has come and gone. The lack of snow contributed to a very un-Christmas like feel to the holiday. It was actually the worst Christmas I've ever had. I was exhausted and ended up sleeping through 90% of the afternoon, then when I woke up, my sister was mad at my parents about something, so she decided to get drunk, so then my mom got drunk. I spent the rest of the night taking care of my drunk sister as she threw up in the toilet. Nothing like a Marable family Christmas to make a person feel warm and tingly all over. Here's the fun part : both my mom and my sister plan on doing about the same thing on New Year's Eve.
I head back to Columbus on Saturday - back to the dorms on Sunday. Unless my mom gets trashed on New Year's Eve, then I'm going back on Saturday night. I don't want to go back to school. I've always been a homebody, and especially when the place I am going back to is a place full of people (people I like, but still, lots of people) where I get no time for myself. That starts to wear on a person. And I have to re-take Latin 102 because it basically kicked my ass the first time through. I never thought I would be a person to re-take a class. I've never settled for not doing at least decently in school ... but I worked so hard in this class, and still came out with a D. I almost started crying when I saw that. I guess I'm just not cut out to be a Latin scholar. I just have to get through 104 ... if I can't do that, then I'm doomed for law school.
There is so much more on my mind ... so much more I want to write about, but I can't figure out how to say it, and I don't know if I want to put it out there. Maybe some other day.
I head back to Columbus on Saturday - back to the dorms on Sunday. Unless my mom gets trashed on New Year's Eve, then I'm going back on Saturday night. I don't want to go back to school. I've always been a homebody, and especially when the place I am going back to is a place full of people (people I like, but still, lots of people) where I get no time for myself. That starts to wear on a person. And I have to re-take Latin 102 because it basically kicked my ass the first time through. I never thought I would be a person to re-take a class. I've never settled for not doing at least decently in school ... but I worked so hard in this class, and still came out with a D. I almost started crying when I saw that. I guess I'm just not cut out to be a Latin scholar. I just have to get through 104 ... if I can't do that, then I'm doomed for law school.
There is so much more on my mind ... so much more I want to write about, but I can't figure out how to say it, and I don't know if I want to put it out there. Maybe some other day.