Here I am, not writing the paper that’s worth a quarter of my grade and is due on Sunday. I have a quarter of it written. Does that count for anything? I have three days left starting tomorrow to answer three specific questions. I figure if I tackle one a day I should be good. … Continue reading Struggling.
This is my Olgita. I miss her. I am sad that my stepmom doesn’t think that I rate large enough in her family to mention me in the obituary. I don’t know. It’s not about me. It just hurt. I don’t know. I’m sad. I’m not thinking clearly. I need to focus back on school … Continue reading Missed.
Sigh. I’ve been sitting in front of my laptop all morning for a class. I’m not sure what purpose it served though because we didn’t really talk about anything. It was a total waste of our time. Just two hours of, “how have the last two weeks been?” “What is a holiday tradition for you?” … Continue reading ZOOM.
A full 30% of my grade in one of my classes still hangs in the balance. It’s super annoying. We really have one week left of classes. It seems like a lot of weight to leave until the very end. I’m not a fan. I wish she had done this differently. I don’t really know … Continue reading Thirty.
I don’t have a better picture of my Abuela on my phone, but her name was Olga and I called her Olgita. She has gone Home to be with her Father now, and I’m so sad. I don’t have anyone to grieve with in Michigan because no one knew her up here. I feel so … Continue reading Olgita.