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Today I began to understand those people who leave grocery store shopping carts in our front yard at home. Not until today did I consider that our neighbors probably have no other means for transporting their groceries. I walked back today from Safeway with a backpack of 4 pounds of navel oranges, a giant tub of cottage cheese, and 8 bananas, plus a bag with a gallon of milk, tofu, canned peaches, and other produce. My bag's handle broke on the way and I had to tie it up to make it home. I really don't know what I would do if I lived only 2 blocks farther from the store.

I've been wanting to post for a very long time because whenever I make the transition between home and Whitman I do a lot of thinking. I can't believe that I've only been back a week. In that time I've experienced snow, freezing rain, sun, and mist. As always, I wasn't too excited about coming to school again, but seeing everyone made me happy just as Karina said it would. We played soccer in the snow the day that I got back after eating at La Hacienda and it wasn't as dreary as most of my Walla Walla arrivals.

Today my mom called me and told me to pursue writing. I just don't know about writing anymore. I feel behind all of my peers. Today in ancient theatre, one girl who seems as shy as me was called on. Professor Burgess asked her what the tone of Oedipus's speech was in the passage and she paused. At the same time I was trying to think of an articulate explanation, as if it had been me. She finally timidly answered with, maybe placating.
Placating!? I have no clue what that means.
I also realized that I have done little lately to improve my handle on the English language. I haven't even finished reading Strunk and White.

On a similar note, I volunteered to help with the KWCW evening news to refresh everything about journalism that I have forgotten. I am excited to be involved in an independent source of information and with the radio station, but I didn't think through what I was getting myself into. It's not the work, because I should have time after dropping my Chinese gardens class. Instead of actually writing, I am going to be interviewing professors and recording these interviews on minidisks. These interviews will be focused upon current events in the nation and the world, which I really know nothing about. To sum it up, I am very scared. Maybe it will be good for me. I will report (ha!) back soon with how it turns out.

I found a co-host for my radio show! Yea! Same time, same station, new input. While you are waiting for Sunday to come, listen to the Manatee, Lillian and Greg, on Thursdays from 10-12 pm at www.uclaradio.com.

One last thing: my inorganic book came in the mail today. Finally I can read chemistry without fear of opening the book all the way which was hurting my neck. The book came from UCLA because the box was stuffed with pages of the Daily Bruin (which made me excited). But guess what? As described by the seller, there is highlighting and pen writing all over inside. Ha! Mr. Kanow is wrong! UCLA students DO highlight their books. For the past 6 years, I have refrained from it just because of him. Usually I like reading what people have written, but this person had what I call Winnie-the-Pooh handwriting- writing that is very girly, bubbly, and reproducible. Maybe this highlighting student didn't continue on in chemistry or I probably would not own their book. That's it. Time to reluctantly read inorganic.
- posted by Lyndsay @ 7:42 PM