Wednesday, April 12, 2006
El choto pascual como una Metáfora
Erev Pesach 2006. The LA cousins are here, exponentially multiplying the amount of insanity in the house and concerning the holiday. On the other hand, being home is such a relief. Home is where the food is always fresh and delicious, even if it is not leavened. Simply to wear shorts and to see green that is not oxidized copper makes me remember where I grew up and why it is so gol-darn good to be home. I got to see my barber, Bill, who grilled me with the usual series of questions while giving me a long-overdue haircut.
Going back to school will be difficult, but only two weeks remain before my one exam (read: I will have alot of work those two weeks, then a brief vacation before one three-hour regurgitation of everything I have ever learned about violence texts). The knowledge that the end of school is in sight is always the light at the end of the tunnel (quite literally sometimes).
I got up before the sun today, but tonight, tonight we feast!
(insert wildly inappropriate religion joke here)
Going back to school will be difficult, but only two weeks remain before my one exam (read: I will have alot of work those two weeks, then a brief vacation before one three-hour regurgitation of everything I have ever learned about violence texts). The knowledge that the end of school is in sight is always the light at the end of the tunnel (quite literally sometimes).
I got up before the sun today, but tonight, tonight we feast!
(insert wildly inappropriate religion joke here)
# posted by Daniel @ 11:45 AM 
