Marcie's Homecoming Week

Hello dilligent readers [as I'm sure you are],

I have a story with a lesson and a moral, so listen and learn.

Sunday, shortly after I posted, I came down with a terrible, terrible sickness. I didn't notice it until I woke up the next day feeling terrible and disgusting and unable to breathe and move. Not fun. I blamed it all on staying up so late to write the Paideia paper that I had spent so much time procrastinating on. As well as the work-study hours that I deemed 'appropriate' for myself.

So I went to classes and promptly crashed on my roommate's carpet at every available opportunity. That was fun. I went to classes up until Wednesday where I almost made it. I couldn't go to choir because I knew that there was no way I could last through work study afterward. I sent an email to the director [always a good idea, especially if you're sending it AFTER you missed the rehearsal] and then slept for three hours until I had to go to work.

Then I dropped about twenty cups, almost broke six plates, and almost died walking down a hallway about five times. Gotta love the dish room.

Around Thursday I felt better. I could walk without a swagger and I knew where I was 90% of the time. The urge to sleep in the first available corner had alleviated a little bit. I was still highly toxic and my roommates kicked me out of the room because we ran out of tissues and I was coughing everywhere. That was fun. I saw Moulin Rouge that day though, so it wasn't so bad.

Lesson[s]: Go to Health Services. They give you decongestants. And get sleep. Lots of it. Wash your hands all the time. Don't let your roommates breathe on you, because that's how I got sick. Use medicine--stock up!

I gradually got better--just in time for homecoming! We won our game against Central, which is always a good time. My high school had been so bad at football that it was a bit strange to be on the side of a winning team, but I'm not complaining. I only caught the last quarter of the game because there was an ongoing biology lab going on at the same time -- so no one rely on me to give a play by play.

Afterward, there was the dance. I have naturally curly hair, even though right now and in my picture I have straight hair. It's so curly it takes me two hours to straighten it. Fun times. I originally wasn't going to do much, but when I realized my hair was two different length [slept on one side when it was wet], I realized that it had to change. So I straightened it. Then it took me forever to find something dance-like to wear, since all my dresses are at home.

After the primping and getting ready, me and five others went to Mabe's--my favorite pizza place here. Here's an additional lesson, folks. One large pizza is not nearly enough for six people -- and order a pitcher. We learned that the hard way when no one walked away from the restaurant full since we had all skipped lunch to do our hair and get dressed.

The dance itself was like any other... with swing dancing! It was awesome. I actually got to swing dance with someone--who knew those lessons in sixth grade would actually pay off? I sure didn't. I was surprised to see all the other people who knew how to swing dance. In Chicago, swing dancing is not typical knowledge... or even knowledge. It was a new experience, for sure, but one I'm going to remember.

I guess... that's about it for now.

Marcie.