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Another semester has come to its midpoint, a sentence punctuated by an all-too-insufficient hyphen known as KU's Fall Break.

Don't get me wrong; at least WE get one. ASU sucks forever as the school that gives no vacation until Thanksgiving.

It's a four-day weekend. Which is good, except: 1) all the professors say "you have four days! surely you can get THIS assignment done!" 2) take-home mid-terms 3) it's not long enough to really go anywhere, mainly because of #1 and #2.

So it's a long, working weekend. Somewhere in here I hope to write a paper for a class in Germany that I haven't had time yet to write. I truly and honestly suck sometimes. So I'm not going to the college reunion of the current flame because I have to write a paper that was technically due yesterday.

*sigh* At least I don't have to teach class or write lesson plans for two days this week. That is a nice thing.

I still wish I could GO somewhere. I like traveling, and I'd love a break from all this madness that is the aftermath of last week's fire.
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Some force in the universe is seeing that I am well taken-care-of.

Vanessa just came by to see if I was okay and if I needed anything... inviting me over later this evening if I needed to get out for a while.

Anne stopped by before her class to make sure I was okay. She offered her hospitality to me later, saying that I could bring the cat over for a play date with her cat. :)

I'm trying to get some things done, even though I really don't have much desire to do so.


Oct. 7th, 2005 05:49 pm
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[crossposted to both the blog and the livejournal]

In the shadow of Katrina and Rita, a single fire seems a minor concern. For my neighbors, it wasn't.

At about 1:30 this morning I witnessed the burning of an apartment building about 50 yards from my front door. The aftermath was shocking. The building went up and was completely in flames within 30 minutes, and possibly less than that.

It wasn't my building, but as I could feel the heat from my front door.

I had looked at an apartment in that same building when I moved in, and decided against it because the kitchen was too cramped.

There have been camera crews, reporters, firemen, police, news helicopters, ambulances and utility repair vehicles all over this place today. Coming back to my apartment felt like checking onto Patch Barracks; I was stopped (even when I came on foot from the bus stop) by policemen, wanting to know who I was and if I lived here. The roadblocks have been disassembled now, but most of the crews are still working.

This post will likely be edited: I have much more to tell, but a dose of normalcy is called for. I'm probably going out with my sister and Viki, when Becca calls back in a few minutes.


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