Do any of you read the Washington Post magazine on Sundays? I do. They have such interesting articles. I took last week's to school with me because I couldn't finish reading it over the weekend. I was really interested in the article on infertility among lower-class families. It was so eye-opening. People conceive children they don't want, and then either decide to keep them anyway or have abortions. But this showed the other side: people that desperately want chlidren, but can't conceive. It was so sad. This week, there's an article about the lives of children today, whether over-protection is a good thing. I got the link from
The Leaky Cauldron before I realized that it was a WPMag article. We get the Sunday paper and supplements on Saturdays. I looked in the family room, and sure enough, there it was under the coffee table, complete with the beginning of the title:
When Mom's Away.... It was incredibly insightful. I'd never realized the connection with absent parents and popular literature. Go read it; it's kinda long, but you'll be glad you did.
Washed my hair this morning. It looks like crap. I avoid going out on days like these. I can never get it to look decent right away. Sometimes I wish my mom still did it for me. She always got it under control. But I digress. I watched a bit of
Annie on the Disney Channel while I ate lunch. I think it was the older version. I recognized the song
I Think I'm Gonna Like It Here from the part I watched. I saw the play once, back in Japan. It was put on by a local elementary school. (That base was immense. There were three elementary schools, and a gigantic high school. With a pool (!) where I took swimming lessons in the summer.)
So. I spent the next... hour and half... maybe two... reading
Billy Budd. Mrs. Anderson told us to be finished by Wednesday(-ish). I don't know if she meant to just finish reading it, or to finish the accompanying questions as well, but I don't want to take chances. I'm wading through it slowly, but steadily. Plus, I got to listen to my CoS soundtrack while I read it.
Gilderoy Lockhart is an awesome song. So much character. I think I'm actually understanding the book. Shockers. Question is, will I continue to understand come test time? And will I survive the next Melville story we're going to read from the little anthology?
Had an interesting SAT-oriented convo with Gonzo. He's determined to whip that test, man. I just want to raise my score. Must hit the library for books.
I want to go see Greg tomorrow, but my mom might be trekking out to see my grandma. I haven't been out there in a while, so I should go. Not to sound selfish or ungrateful, but I'd rather go see Greg. The parental units say her birthday is tomorrow, too, but I could have sworn it was August 3rd. Same month as mine. Grr. Despite it being Mother's Day, she'll make dinner (or lunch, depending on when we go up there). And she makes extra bread for me. xD I'll figure it out. Yeah.
