Thanksgiving was lovely. I adore my family. Holidays are always going to be sad, especially when we go celebrate with my dad’s side of the family, but I’m ever so thankful for the Powell side of my family tree because they like to share the memories as much as I do. I ate entirely way too much. We had lunch on Thanksgiving with the Powells (isn’t my littlest cousin oh so precious--pumpkin on her face and all?) and dinner that night with my mother’s parents. My mom cooked a big meal on Friday in honor of my sister’s 2 year anniversary and then on Sunday we had Thanksgiving with my mother’s side of the family. There was quite a lot of food involved in my week in Gates County.


While I was home, I graded my in-class essays. I hate that assignment and I hated grading it. I have a feeling that quite a few of my students hate me after seeing their grades. But I did have one student invite me to a Christmas party. He made sure to let me know that it will be after I submit my grades so I won’t be his teacher anymore. He’s a sweet guy and seems to have a swell bunch of friends. I told him if I’m around, I’ll go.



So Emory’s application is in, which is good because it’s due December 1. I’m slightly nervous. More than slightly. I want it. I want it bad. Real bad. And they only let in about 10 people. Please, oh please, let me be one of those 10. The only problem with Emory other than the whole not getting in factor, is if by some chance I do get in, I have a feeling that it could screw with one of my friendships. Everybody already thinks I do everything because of this person anyway, heaven forbid I move to the same state to further my degree because obviously I’m only going for him. Idiots. My moves may be calculated and purposeful, but they are not associated with him. But again, it won’t matter if they don’t let me in. That’s merely a small bridge I’ll have to cross when and if it happens. If I never mention it again it means I was not one of the great and I don’t have to worry about screwing up a friendship. Do not ask me about Emory if I don’t mention it again because I’d rather not dwell on my failures.

**in other news, I am slightly ticked off because the books I ordered came today and I realized that one of the books is not a book at all, but rather a book on tape. Argh. I hate books on tape.