sechan19 | A Few Notes. (Reply)

I greatly suspect that now that the annual Mini Speech Party (mini-happyôkai), a term that is largely facetious, has concluded, most of the students will be significantly depowered for the remainder of the term - which at this point is four business days. It doesn't help, either, that they scheduled it for the same day as most graduate program applications are due. "General freakout" is a generous term for the disposition of some of my peers. Thank god I only have next year's Fellowships to feel squeamish about.

The day persists in not containing enough hours. It always seems that I can relax or I can grind, but not - somehow - both. And keeping up correspondence is right out. I want to write meaningful and considerate responses to all my loved ones who've been good enough to write me, but that takes time that I never seem to find. Part of this is no doubt related to the fact that if I let myself relax my brain tends to go into a total shutdown mode that requires hours to recover from. I'm hoping to bask in communication over the winter break.

I can't believe it's already been two years since we lost Grandma Tiny. I still miss her terribly, and I can't help wondering how she would view the current political atmosphere, how we would argue about said political atmosphere, and how she would nevertheless cluck at me over my living in a foreign country for a year because even though I'm a misguided liberal - I'm still her granddaughter, and she still loves me. Heaven's not a place I really believe in, but if there is one, I know that Tiny is keeping a seat warm for me. So I've got that going for me... which is nice.