It has come. My friends, I have turned another year older. Another year full of experiences, another year wiser (perhaps?).
I wish I were able to spew a slew of wise words here just for your enjoyment. Rather, I am sitting here, contemplating the final paragraph of my Propaganda essay, wishing that I had never looked at an American Girl doll, and listening to a cover of John Lennon's Christmas song.
I wanted to make myself into a cartoon.
I thought to myself: That would be great. Jessica in cartoon form. What could be better than a Jessica that can have a bigger-than-normal head and an itty bitty body and big feet?
...I love that idea.
Unfortunately this week I've had inklings of a cold. But luckily, through a very fancy combination of Robitussin and Zicam, I have overcome (so far)! As an adult, you never really realize that you are expected to take care of yourself more and more. Reading the labels, opening the bottles, and all the while having an apprehension of: what if I'm doing this wrong? What if I'm doing it wrong, so I won't get better?
No more mother and father here to help you out. Make sure you know that, all of you home-dwellers (those of you who haven't come to college yet): "Mommy" and "Daddy" won't be here in school when you can't sleep in the middle of the night (but thank God there's a TV and internet). Luckily there are things like roommates, for which I will forever be thankful. Thankful to each roommate who bought me some sort of medication, and to Valerie: dear Valerie who looked inside my throat and told me things beyond disgusting about the human anatomy.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Isn't it great to have a day revolve around you? Unfortunately the History channel is revolving around Pearl Harbor, but, you know, otherwise, it's for me.
One of the things about having a birthday on such a historical event is that my mother has bought me all sorts of books about World War II and Pearl Harbor. You'd be amazed at how intent she was on making me learn.
But anyway, as I sit here, halfly making a powerpoint presentation for French class (about their education system, which is really interesting and my French penpal Gaelle actually helped me out because she, unlike me, is actually, you know, in France and her university is blockaded and there's everything happening there that I will discuss later) and halfly thinking about my life.
Twenty years have passed me by, and I am thinking: what comes with the next few? Actually, that's too much to think of.
Already in this short span of life, I've moved.
I've gone to school and entered college.
I've gone to many, many locations all over the world.
Met great, great people.
I've lived and I've learned.
Now, to spare myself from being too corny or something...
I made a cartoon this week that I feel is especially important.
NYU has a flaw. They have interesting meal plan options, but they have tried again and again to limit us and our uses of the flex plan especially. What's the worst part is that sometimes we are unable to finish the meals in our flex plans (which is why I changed to a 10meal this year). We have unfinished meals, but out meals DO NOT cross over to the next semester, which I find a little ridiculous. But maybe that's just me?
Anyway, as a solution, I feel that especially since we're in a city so full of homeless...we should help them out. Not just because of the number of excess meals, but because of the holiday spirit, because of everything that we should do to try to help them out.
THUS...brings me here:
Happy December, everyone.
And, a special thanks to my Mother and Father who bought me wintery clothing accessories.