14 credit hours
+ 20 hours work per week
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Injury Log

Bruises covering legs from knees upwards: climbing in windowsill
Cut lip: Stage Combat gone wrong (rolled over face)
Some sorta fucked up hip bone: Stage Combat gone wrong (kick to the hip bone)

Using this as an excuse to take off school on the nicest day of the year so far: priceless

The answer is sad, but confused with a hint of wonder.

And as my boyfriend's illness disappears with the wind, it flies back around to stab others in the back.

Let me explain.

His grandmother is now sick. A fever. More, I do not know. Details? I probably won't ever know more.

Let me explain.

His grandmother HATES me. Not hates. HATES. She only speaks Russian, so communication between us involves her disapproving looks. I am a Russian Jew. So is my boyfriend. But, I am not Russian. I am American. His family is Russian. She thinks no one is good enough for her grandson, even though she's yelled at him to change. Yelling. I go around different sides of the house to avoid her. For myself. For my boyfriend's request.

And how do I feel when I find out she's sick?