May 02, 2003
School is hard
As the school year comes to a close for me, I look back on my first year of college, the good times and the bad. Well, yes, it has been mostly good times, but I've still, in my melodramatic way, undergone huge dosages of stress. I've had my share of breakdowns. Yes, I have. Here a few, out of undocumented dozens.
Strange Festivities
The year is truly drawing to a close. I have three days of finals next week, and I'm done. Wednesday, the last day of classes, in Modern Latin American history we performed a ceremony that can be described best as "spiritual." Everyone brought a poem, a quote, and picture, ANYTHING that has touched them in a Modern Latin American-way over the past semester. I, personally, brought Canita's Cuban Restaurant Happy Hour Menu. We talked about our articles around candles inside and then we all marched outside, singing, playing drums or flutes. We dug a hole, lit our mementos on fire, and buried the semester.
