The End Result

What I'm realizing, is that things tend to sink in slightly too late. I understand last semester - I actually do, between personal and external, it makes sense. But when I get frustrated and want to ignore The System, then all I'm doing is turning around and kicking myself in the seat of my pants. The good news (after I run through a few programs)? I can still do a thesis.

It will just be the most intense semester I've ever had.

Blunt, are you Jewish?

As I write my paper on Jewish identity, I turn to my friend Blunt at the table with me. Blunt is one of the few African American acting majors. I asked him a question I thought I knew the answer to.
Me: Blunt! You're not Jewish, right?
But Blunt, being Blunt and an acting major, answered the question as only he could:
Blunt: I’m not Jewish… well, at least I don’t think so. After about five generations, we don’t know what happened. But I am an eighth white, we don’t know what eighth. My grandfather had blue eyes. Which we didn’t notice till he was seventy-six - no, eighty six. And we didn’t notice till my brother’s Italian girlfriend pointed it out.

True story.

Grr?

I do not take kindly to people using my computer without my permission. This is because I spend so much time online, have passwords to many (otherwise locked) sites saved, and have streams-of-consciousness and letters saved as .docs. I'm sure others don't think twice about loaning out computers, but to me it almost feels like I'm letting someone use the blank pages on the end of my journal and trusting them not to read the front things that I've written.