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My experience with illnesses is that they're not supposed to get slowly, progressively *worse*. Apparently this cold is unaware of that.
I missed both morning classes, slept instead, and had a nightmare. Of course.
I'm wearing black. That is the extent of my participation in the "response" to the "events". I have mixed feelings - not on the topic itself; I believe there are a few really stupid, hurtful people on this campus, and I believe, have believed since day one, that race is an issue (but how much of the segregation is self-perpetuated?) but I am very wary of how the student body is handling it.
I feel like absolute and utter shit. Health Services will not see me until tomorrow. The woman on the phone was not at all comforting or motherly. I think that should really be a job requirement.
I want ginger ale. But the act of being vertical and walking to the market on green street presents a distinct challenge. Methinks I may attempt it anyway.
God, I want to go *home*. If I'm going to be ill like this for the first time in *ages*, I want to be responsibility-free, curled up on my mother's couch in my mother's house with my mother near at hand to bring me ginger ale and soup and free license over the television and a stack of mindless novels at my side. Not here, with papers hanging over my head, the end of the semester looming, a billion things to be done. Being sick in this situation just does not mesh.
OK. Done whining. Time to try that walking thing.
I missed both morning classes, slept instead, and had a nightmare. Of course.
I'm wearing black. That is the extent of my participation in the "response" to the "events". I have mixed feelings - not on the topic itself; I believe there are a few really stupid, hurtful people on this campus, and I believe, have believed since day one, that race is an issue (but how much of the segregation is self-perpetuated?) but I am very wary of how the student body is handling it.
I feel like absolute and utter shit. Health Services will not see me until tomorrow. The woman on the phone was not at all comforting or motherly. I think that should really be a job requirement.
I want ginger ale. But the act of being vertical and walking to the market on green street presents a distinct challenge. Methinks I may attempt it anyway.
God, I want to go *home*. If I'm going to be ill like this for the first time in *ages*, I want to be responsibility-free, curled up on my mother's couch in my mother's house with my mother near at hand to bring me ginger ale and soup and free license over the television and a stack of mindless novels at my side. Not here, with papers hanging over my head, the end of the semester looming, a billion things to be done. Being sick in this situation just does not mesh.
OK. Done whining. Time to try that walking thing.
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It seems, like illness, protests in response to "school-sponsored" racism are going around. There was a very large demonstration here on Accepted Students Day and now certain minority groups on campus are making official demands of the administration. It's all very bizzarre.
I wish you luck with your ginger ale expedition.