Oh, internets. It’s been a few days, right? I know. You missed me. I have had very important things to talk about. Like how I want to just start hanging around the Jewish Museum, and I’m really upset about the end of the semester, and I got an award for Jewish scholarship which I find amazing and funny at the same time…and my hair. Because I figured out that if it’s going to look the way I want it to for graduation I need to be in the shower at four-thirty in the morning and wow, that deserves a post all it’s own, I think.
Oh, you wanted to talk about those things? Okay.
-I went to a lecture on Tuesday night because it was given by a guy who could tell me he was giving a lecture on how much I suck and I’d be all, dude, sign me up. Is there an admission fee? Can I bring my mom? ANYWAY.
When I go to these lectures, I’m always in the minority. I was at one at the JCC a few months ago and realized that I was the only person in the hall who still ovulated. Yep. Believing in Christ’s resurrection and still getting my period? Definite minority when you’re in Jewish studies. But this time I had company! I dragged Katie and there was even another student who showed up.
So I don’t know where I was going with that except that it probably grossed out any family members who read this and oh, yeah, I really had a good time and I wish the Dead Sea Scrolls were going to stick around forever because I freaking love going to lectures that don’t have anything to do with FDR or the British partition of Palestine!
-Psst. Come here. Closer. I’m about to drop some knowledge. Do you know what I just figured out? THERE ARE TWO WEEKS LEFT IN THE SEMESTER. I know. I know. That’s four classes that I have left.
This? Is not cool. I am really, really not okay with that.
(I’m okay with the work being over. I have one paper left to write and let’s just say I’m taking applications for someone who wants to write 7-10 pages about Jewish intermarriage and conversion in 19th-century Berlin. I’M KIDDING. I would never plagiarize. Don’t take away my award. Or if you do, do it because of the whole resurrection thing I wrote about up there.)
So. More tears.
-No. For reals. I did. And you know what’s funnier? They gave the other one to the only other Catholic in the group.
So. Again with the dropping the knowledge. You want to distinguish yourself? Find an obscure major and work really hard and then you’ll get to hang out at awards ceremonies where it’s basically you and your friend.
Oh, you wanted a real job? Sorry. Can’t help you.
-I have to be at the US Cellular Arena at 8:15. You don’t (hopefully) know where I live, but it’s FREAKING FAR. And this (if this wasn’t the internet you would see me furiously gesturing to my hair) DOESN’T JUST HAPPEN.
Oh. Except that I got the best graduation gift in the world last night.