1. Today, for the first — and hopefully, last — time in my life, I used the phrase “butt out” in an essay. It was my Latin American History final exam essay question, to be exact, and the more I wrote, the angrier I became at the way the U.S. has treated Latin America throughout the years. I wanted my conclusion to be some sort of heated statement about how the U.S. needs to clean up its foreign policy, and for some reason, the only way I could think to express that was to essentially say that the U.S. should “butt out” of Latin America. I debated writing this, sitting in a classroom at 9:30 a.m., flipping through the scribbled-on pages of my blue book. And then I decided that the rest of my essay was solid enough that two words of the conclusion wouldn’t affect my grade, and that my professor was young enough and lighthearted enough to appreciate a little coarse humor, and that it was 9:30 a.m. and I was past caring about niceties anyway. So I laughed to myself, turned the darn thing in, and went home.
2. Although I use both frequently, I honestly don’t think I have a firm grasp on the difference between a colon and a semicolon.
3. Sometimes I buy people gifts that I actually want myself. Sure, I only buy them when I know the recipients will actually enjoy said gifts, but beneath all of that holiday spirit is a selfish desire to give a gift simply so that I can be in close proximity to said item without the guilt of having bought it for myself.
4. My room is a disaster, tra la tra la. It’s actually become hazardous: I slipped on a scarf a few minutes ago and was sure that my left wrist would not survive. Luckily, I grabbed on to my drying rack at the last second and regained my balance. It should also be noted that said drying rack has been “drying” the same five red shirts for about a week now.
5. I’ve been on a serious grapefruit kick lately. I don’t know if the stress of finals is making me crave immunity-boosting citrus or what, but I swear I could actually feel myself going through withdrawal yesterday when I ran out. Is drool a sign of grapefruit withdrawal? Okay. Don’t answer that one.
6. As soon as I go home for break (I’m aiming for Sunday afternoon or Monday morning), I plan on diving into the most sentimental, comforting books I own. Little Women, Anne of Green Gables, etc. I saw a quote the other day that said, roughly, “Life’s too short to read the same book twice.” I couldn’t disagree more wholeheartedly. I say, “Life’s too short to force oneself to read a new book when one really wants to read Little Women for the twentieth time.”
7. Finals update: Only one 10-page paper left. Yes, that’s a lot of pages. No, I haven’t started the actual writing yet. Yes, I will be locked in the library tomorrow.