Okay, so you know how there are those holidays where you actually like staying at school? Halloween, St. Patrick's Day, Groundhog's Day, if your school doesn't need much reason to celebrate. Yeah, Easter is really not one of them. Crazy campus celebrations are pretty minimal, and everyone who doesn't have a Nazi sociology professor who assigns a project due on Good Friday goes home. And eventhough they don't actually give us any vacation time, (Getting Good Friday off at a religiously-affiliated school? Never) they close everything early. Obviously, the logic monkeys do not run this school. At home we usually have homemade pasta. I'm told this year we didn't. That makes me feel better, as others should suffer with me. I had Spaghettios and fudge-covered Oreos. Fit for a king, I tell you.
In other, better news, I got all the classes I wanted for next semester and finagled my way out of 8:00 AM Italian. Would not have been pretty. Noon Italian is much prettier. I also got an A on my religion take-home midterm. There was only one comment on the entire paper. It said "Ha! Good one," referring to my muppet analogy. I have a feeling he just didn't read the rest of it. Since the rest of it was disjointed and sparse, that totally works for me.