Silver Sharpie and Love
I don't know why I titled this entry that way....I just was looking for something cool and alternative. Anyhoo, I am supposed to be studying for my Arabic test, but I realized that at a certain point there isn't much studying can do for you. I'll know why I didn't get the greatest score, and that's because I didn't study enough (or I just don't get Arabic; I would prefer the former because at least that can be fixed.)
So the reason I write today, is because I came many realizations all to have them crash and burn. But from the ashes of my former realizations arose the idea that maybe I do like my life at Yale. Despite all the bitching and moaning I did last semester, that I still liked my time here. Don't get me wrong, I was in a definite sophomore slump, and I think I have gotten out of it (knock on wood for me). But I generally enjoy my time here, with my sister, my friends, my classes. Actually, to go on a tangent, my seminar last week went wonderfully; the kid that usually talks to much didn't, so it made for a fruitful discussion. And my TA for Con. Law, the calmest and chillest person at the Law School and probably the only person who can relate the 1st amendment to tube tops.
Now on to the juicy stuff...about my mock trial team. Oh how things get mixed up...so everything is working out on the regional side. The other team that wanted to go to Bristol is going to go, and Yale is sending three teams there now. The new business that has me reeling (and it shouldn't, because I totally knew it) was that one of the girls on the team, who is friend as well, has a CRUSH on my coach. I KNOW.....crazy, and now we have to have a tissues and issues night to talk about all this. To be honest, I thought she was being obvious about her feelings, because I sort of thought she had a thing for him, but still, it is all a little shocking. I mean, my coach is a very nice guy, but I thought the dipping (chewing tobacco) would have turned her off. But I think her's is a visceral kind of crush; one where you just want to grab the person and make out (her words, not mine). I, of course, have no idea what she means, because I am strange, but I can understand that kind of reaction. But to my mock trial coach, it's a little bit sketchy.
Peggy Bundy - "Tell me you love me, Al."
Al Bundy - "I love football, I love beer, let's not cheapen the meaning of the word."
- From Married with Children




