Dear Bob Dylan,
If you knew me, I don't think you'd like me very much... and I don't know what I'd say to you if we would meet, but for some reason I wish we could. You music makes me feel sane most of the time. I guess I'd say thank you.
Kind Regards,
Camille
The semester is almost over, I can hardly believe it. I only have one more exam, and then four finals (two of which should be a total breeze). One half of my microbes exam is a take-home packet on parasites that I'm almost already done with. This time next week, I'll be DONE. (I'll probably be so happy that when I finish my social problems final I just might kiss the first person I see, which is an incredibly mortifying idea considering my classmates.)
I can't wait.
Mmmm, parasitic flatworms over lunch, yummy.
I was wrong when I said the cold had come before. It has REALLY come now. Winter came, slapped us in the face and dumped a bunch of snow on us. It is SO cold that it takes your breath away when you're simply going from the door to your car.
Dad: "Well that's too bad because I'm in charge here so there girly."
Emily: "I don't like it."
Dad: "Too bad, it's a dictatorship around here."
Camille: "It's not a dictatorship, it's a powerless monarchy."
Dad: "No its not, I was given the power."
Camille: "Not by us, we were born under your rule, we didn't elect you."
Dad: "Well at least I'm still in charge."
Camille: "But you have less pride. Besides, we all know the Studer girls have the real power in the house. Just because you can make Emily do the garbages doesn't mean you have true power."
Emily: "I still don't like it."
I totally checked out of one aspect of my life this year, finding it too frustrating, but then I decided to check back in earlier this week. After a glimmer of hope, and then a sound crushing, I checked back out last night. 2.5 days, not a bad run for something I find to be utterly frustrating in practice. I'm too busy for such nonsense anyways... at least I think I am. Tres, p'shaw?
My days are weird. I wake up at six (It's so dark when I wake up now.), get ready, start laundry, grab breakfast and my books and head for school. At school I turn into a "note taking, assignment doing, conversation avoiding (It takes SO much time), test taking, student/tutor". Then I come home, do homework or housework, and then usually head to Cedar Rapids for tennis, errands, or any other random thing. Then it's back home for more housework, homework, beadwork (There has been way too much of this lately.), working out with Emily for an hour and a half, and then falling into bed around midnight once my reading is done. That's truly the "usual" structure of my weekdays.
We've been reading this ethnography on the !Kung of the Kalahari in Africa for Anthropology and I've found it to be incredibly interesting. The !Kung used to be (Damn colonialism!) a nomadic gathering tribe, who had very little emphasis on possessions. Then, South African settlers set up villages in the area and introduced money to the !Kung. The changes that took place were really sad. The !Kung started to drop their way of life almost completely; they no longer gathered, and they set up permanent housing. They left their original religion for Christianity, and they started to care about material possesions far more then they used to. Their newly sedentary life and new diet caused health problems as well. It's just sad, they went from being this amazing and intriguing culture to just being... ordinary.
I was talking with Mom about globalization and modernization and she said that she believes that with everything there is good and bad, and that nothing is pure. I think she's right, and I think that the Balinese were right in believing that it does not matter how long something lasts, but how close to perfection comes.
*sigh* Time for more schoolwork.
~"When evening shatters and the stars appear, and there is no one there to dry your tears. I could hold you for a million years, to make you feel my love."~
