i read through my old journal the other night and realized that basically i am the same. i have just been through more, and my hair is longer. plus i am learning outreach again, so that's cool.

my brain is mushy from waking up at 5:30, 5:45, 6:00 four to five days a week. sometimes i just find myself sleeping. that or laughing, or crying. days like these make me miss the way things used to be, lastfalllastspring.

there is an elderly couple sitting through one of my classes. the woman is really cute and wears a neckerchief and the perfect amount of makeup for an older lady. her husband is scholarly with his glasses, and his pattern balding. he wears yellow sweaters. together they are darling and i am so happy about them.

the problem is, though, is that i am very uncomfortable for them, when the professor mentions the s-e-x word, which he does a lot because it is an english class. i am embarrassed to have a grandmother sitting in front of me since the whole time i am just thinking that i would like to cover her ears for her, since mine are turning red. there is something strange about someone so proper sitting near you when the professor is on a dirty tangent. i hope this woman drops the class, or at least doesn't say anything creepy back, because that would just make it worse.


what i am saying is that i feel like she is a guardian angel sometimes, sent to watch how far back we as american students have slid. and i hope my professor will realize she is there too and get slightly shocked and embarrassed that he is teaching a cute little grandmother about the terribly modern, sad reality of goings-on today.