Fettuccine bolognese at Molly’s!
SEAC performs at BC SEASA’s cultural show!
I officially don’t have an incentive to study for my bio class anymore (though being me, I still will), and clearly I don’t need to go to class as my score on the last test shows (the one I didn’t start studying for til less than 12 hours before that is).
You can’t beat 100%.
I’m rather happy and yet kind of sad that this is the highest I’ve scored and is the only test for which I’ve gone to none of her lectures.
I took this the least serious, preparing to use my free drop one test score if all else fails, only to have it be my highest grade.
I have learned almost nothing that I did not already know prior to studying for the test…
kinda weird that u can think about someone as much as u want and they have no idea
Couldn’t keep it in, heaven knows I tried.
Today, like I have been doing every week this past semester, I met with an elderly woman in a nursing home with early stages of dementia for what might be my last time this semester. She’s honestly such a relaxing and interesting person to talk to. We literally just chat for an hour every time and talk about anything ranging from religion and belief systems to dogs and cross-country road-tripping
So today I told her that it might be the last time I get to see her until next semester, as next week is spring break and then finals are one week after that.
She calmly said “Oh, okay. You’ll be here again after the summer right?”
I reassured her that I’d be back at the same time once the fall semester started.
Then she looked out into the distance, not at anything particularly, smiled and said “I hope in one year I’ll still be able to remember you.”
And I didn’t know how to feel about this.
Here is a woman who is so comfortable with her own infliction. She didn’t say that in sadness, but with a smile. She has never expressed fear of death or the unknown, but is in fact very comfortable with the idea of dying. She’s not fighting the idea of death, but she’s also not defeatist. She simply accepts it as a reality.
She’s 86. She has dementia. She’s aware that her memory is starting to degrade. She knows that it’s only going to get worse.
She knows that she might die, but she won’t ever know when.
And she’s completely okay with that.
It completely mind-boggles me, but I’m glad that she is someone who has lived life to satisfaction — done everything she wanted and is happy with what she has done and where she is at. She’s lived her life.
I hope I can be as satisfied as her one day.
I hope I can pass from this world glad of what I’ve done and accomplished and ok with leaving it.
crawling my way to the end of this semester
Guess what? It’s hell week again!
Last two days combined total amount of sleep: 4.5-6 hours
Number of test completed: 2
Number of tests left this week: 1
Amount of work left: Mt. Everest
And here we go again.