I wrote this short story once:

Remember that time me, you, and Theo found that stray? Yeah. Me, too. Was a really good time. We was just walkin' to school, and then he just come up to us and started lickin' on Theo's knee. You nearly lost your breakfast, you was so scared. I was yellin' at you makin' a racket in front of Mrs. Jenson's house, but you didn't listen. She come runnin' out of her house screamin' at the top of her lungs. She was tellin' us that we was bein' too loud and that we wasn't ever gonna make nothin' of ourselves. Theo told her that we found the dog, and she just threw her cup at us. We took off runnin' down the street. That dog followed us! He was barkin' and havin' a good old time, but you was still so scared out of your mind. Theo and me was trying to tell you that nothin' was gonna happen to you, 'cause the dog was a nice one. Finally, you stopped your screamin' but you still wouldn't go near the thing.

When we got to school we just left the dog outside. Theo was convinced he'd be gone by the end of the day, but I knew he was gonna be there when we got out. And, was sure right? He was sittin' right there when we walked out of the buildin' that afternoon. He looked so happy to see us 'gain. He followed us the way we was walking home, since we decided to go the long way to avoid Mrs. Jansen this time. Don't you remember? And then Theo went home and the pooch kept on followin' us, all the way to our house. I knew you wouldn't admit it them, but I knew you was gettin' to like the dog, 'cause you looked real excited when I asked Mama if we could keep it. I shoulda known she was gonna say no, but I asked anyway.

Wasn't this about the time that you was learnin' to read? Yeah, yeah, it was, 'cause, remember that you asked Mama if the doggy could stay just long enough for you to read a story to it. She laughed, because she thought you were just silly, but she told you you could. You was so excited. You really did like that old mutt after all didn't you? I can't remember what it was that you was readin' to it, I just remember thinkin' that I was glad you was my sister, and thinkin' about how I never wanted anyone else to be my sister. You was perfect.

I miss you. I went back to see Mama and Daddy last weekend and they're doin' fine. They miss you, too. Theo asked me to tell you hello. I know he misses you more than anyone, other than me of course. I hope things are treatin' you well up there with the Big Man. And, tell that old dog, if he's up there, that you readin' to him is one of my favorite memories, sis. I love you.

END

Anyway, things are looking up as far as dance concert is concerned. It's really no where near as bad as I thought it would, and no where near as bad as it was when I did it Freshman year.

So. I am fairly sure that I am going to be quitting my job. I work as Mark Taylor's research assistant and he has given me a thirteen page list of books to read and I just can't do it. I am a student first. I know that I should be able to find a another job fairly easily. There has to be something on campus, like a clerical job or something. We'll see.

Only two days til Friday! Whoo. I really can't wait. It is going to be a ballin' day.

On Friday I'll do a little blog about equal rights for your enjoyment.

Anyways... I'm peacin' out.

Love love

SAC.