I feel a lot better than I did about an hour ago. It may have to do with
\nhaving eaten supper. Or perhaps because I laughed during meal time. Maybe
\nit’s because my sister sprained, and possibly, broke her ankle today, and I’m
\nnot in as much pain as she is.<\/p>\n
Pain. It’s not that bad, really. I’m upstairs in the new room we recently
\nbuilt. Our new found Australian friends left today, so the room, and
\ntherefore the computer in it, is now free. This is good because my brother
\nis on the computer downstairs. I’ve got the incandescent lamp in the corner
\nturned on to illuminate the room in a soft glow. I turned the computer
\nmonitor’s contrast knob all the way down so that it wouldn’t be glaring into
\nmy eyes. All because I have a headache.<\/p>\n
The reason for my discomfort no doubt lies in my erratic sleeping habits. I
\ntook a nap yesterday afternoon and consequently didn’t realize just how late
\nit was last night when I quitted the Internet and hit my Greek homework. It
\nwas 2 or 2:30 a.m. by the time I finally gave up and went to bed. I needed
\nto get up early the next morning because my picture was being taken at school
\ntoday along with all the other award recipients at the religion department
\nand honor society ceremony, where I got the Greek award. Dr. Berry, my Greek
\ninstructor, told me to show up at the chapel on Monday morning to get
\nphotographed. I asked if I should wear anything special.<\/p>\n
The last time I got my photo taken at school was after I received the
\nElementary (first year) Greek award two years ago. Dr. Berry had accosted me
\nin the hall that morning and requested my presence in the photograph. He
\nsuggested I wear something nice. “Look,” I’d told him, “I have classes from
\nnow till then, and I live half an hour away. There’s no way I can change
\nclothes.” So that photo portrayed several young men in coats and ties and me
\nstanding there in my UM t-shirt.<\/p>\n
This time I decided to ask beforehand what I should wear. “Wear whatever
\nwould make you look as you would like to appear in the paper and the Alabama
\nBaptist” something or other, he answered. “Oh,” I said, “So I could dye my
\nhair pink and wear chains and ripped clothes and…” “Wear a dress!” he cut
\nme off.<\/p>\n
So this morning saw me getting up early to don a denim dress. As I drove to
\nschool, I realized that I was going to arrive there much earlier than I
\nneeded to. I suddenly remembered that my alarm had been set, not for the
\nusual time I get up on Fridays, but the much too early time I had to rise
\nthis Saturday in order to attend a conference with Mom. I got to school a
\nfull 45 minutes before I actually needed to be there. Not having anything
\nelse to do, and not feeling like doing much of anything, I parked near the
\nchapel, where we were supposed to get our pictures taken, leaned my head
\nback, and fell asleep in my car.<\/p>\n
At 8:55, no one else was showing up for photographs. Another epiphany hit
\nme. Perhaps Dr. Berry had said 9:55 and not 8:55. That would certainly seem
\nthe case. Sighing, I slugged my book bag over my shoulder and entered the
\nFine Arts Building. Inside there was a note taped to the door to my
\nclassroom reading, “Dr. Berry’s 9:00 Greek class will not meet today. Have
\nthe assigned text translated for Wednesday.” Double sigh. Not only had I
\ngotten up much earlier than I thought I had to, my first class was even
\ncanceled. I trudged to the snack shop, purchased a machine chugged
\ncappuccino, and sat down at an empty table to work on my Greek.<\/p>\n
Cris Hyatt came in, spotted me, and sat down. She and I are running for
\npresident and vice-president of the Senior Class respectively. We ran last
\nyear together as well. She won, and I lost. This year, my competitor
\ndecided not to seek re-election, leaving a void for me to fill. And it
\nappears I will fill it. “No one has signed up to run against us,” Cris told
\nme, “and the deadline is over.” “So now we can campaign needlessly?” I
\nasked. “Hey!” I added, “Let’s make signs that say, ‘VOTE… like it
\nmatters.'”<\/p>\n
A couple of other people joined us, but I had to leave them in order to get
\nto the chapel to try to get my picture taken again. There didn’t seem to be
\nanyone over there, but as I approached, one of the guys I know was standing
\nnearby with a tie on. Sure sign of someone hopefully photogenic, I thought.
\n We were approached by a couple of other well dressed people looking out of
\nplace. Then one of the religion professors showed up, soon followed by
\nsomeone carrying a camera. I got to class late.<\/p>\n
After Public Administration, I told my friend Paul that I wouldn’t be able to
\nmeet him after class on Tuesday like I’d said I would because I had to go
\nscorpion shopping. He nodded. About 30 seconds later he asked, “Scorpion
\nshopping?”<\/p>\n
(Update. My head is better and the downstairs computer with the only working
\nmodem is finally free.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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