Playing Dead

I would like to apologize to my group for being the worst dead person ever!

I couldn't hold still because of all of the caffeine I had consumed because I stayed up till very late folding paper cranes.... and I would like to explain the hassle that went into those stupid things...

So last night, I had play practice, a group meeting, and then I had to work on my things for this presentation, which didn't happen until 10 or so. I looked online for instructions on how to fold birds out of paper. My attempts were a true testament to me being an English major. Apparently, I cannot follow a diagram to save my life (no pun intended). My versions of birds looked like anything but a bird. In fact if you turned them to one side and squinted, then barely resembled a cow. I almost gave up, but a very good friend of mine called me up to see if I had made dinner (he didn't just expect me to make him food; I had offered to make him some earlier), which I did, and so he made his way over.

THANK GOD FOR ENGINEERING MAJORS!!!!! Because he was able to teach me how to fold a damn crane! He has a use for his major and I have a use for mine :) So there I was, sitting at my dining room table folding cranes while my friend sat and did some very scary looking engineering homework. As cheesy as it sounds, I don't think I'll ever forget it (especially since he wasn't as enthused about my brick headdress as I was!).

I felt sad. He and I are both graduating. We are going our different ways. Well he's going away, and I'm stuck in the rut of graduating with a degree in English literature. Last year, I thought that most of my friends had graduated, and while I miss those people, I realize now that as English majors, I am most connected with my class. We have shared epiphanies, which are the most personal and profound experiences that we can have. Some of us may meet again; we may drop a line on Facebook now and again, but others may not.

It's crazy to admit, but right now I have tears in my eyes, and I need to now go touch up my makeup, I'm sure.

But anyways, sorry for fidgeting on the table, as Joan pointed out!