she's leaving home

Have decided not to take up tutoring job. Why? Because no one tells Sam what language to learn. That just irritated me. I don't mind being told I have to review geometry and biology, and I probably would have learned Spanish just for the fun of it and just because I'd like to be a more helpful person to the person I'd be tutoring....but being TOLD to learn Spanish kind of pissed me off. Fuck this, I'm gonna apply for a job at Burger King instead!


Sad news? My dog that I've had since I was 6 has cancer. :-( poor thing. We think we can give him medicine that'll help, but we're not sure yet.



Right now I'm packing to go back to the glorious midwest. I leave next Thursday morning and we're driving until Sunday evening. Wooooooot. (That's such a weird statement after being in Israel. Everything's so close. Eilat seems like the farthest corner of the world, but it's only a few hours from Jerusalem.) We have 2000 miles to cover.

I'm pulling out all my wool sweaters, my scarves, my heavy coats, my "turd coat" (it's this long down coat that we accidentally ordered in brown and, thus, makes me look like a walking turd), and my heavy snow boots. Fuck. I really should have gone to UCLA, shouldn't I have?

I will say though, experiencing Evanston winters makes me feel.....like I deserve a medal. Like, simply by surviving the winter there, I earn bragging rights. So some sick part of me is actually really excited about the descent into winter. I think the best part of going to school there is that point in Fall. At first you're like, "Wow, finally it's cooling down! Finally it's not swelteringly hot and sweaty." And then you realize that the cooling down isn't stopping. It isn't slowing down. If anything, it's getting colder faster. And then you feel like the doors of the train have closed at the subway stop you're supposed to get off at, and you're being moved to the next station, and you're stuck on the train, pounding the doors screaming, "Wait! No! Stop! Stop! Make it stop!" But there's absolutely nothing you can do, so you're trapped on this train screaming, "OH MY GAWD, WHAT HAVE I DONE?!?!?!?!?!?!??!!?" as you disappear off into the darkness.

That's basically the transition from Fall to Winter in Evanston in a nutshell.


I wasn't there for the transition from Winter to Spring/Summer this past year, but from what I remember about freshman year....it's pretty much the exact same thing, except the reverse.