Quite possibly I gained back every single pound I lost thus far just over this past weekend.
As I mentioned in my last blog, my family came into town this weekend. Needless to say, there was plenty of food to go around, and I still have leftovers in my refrigerator. This is going to be a good week.
Speaking of this week, it is my last full week of school before Thanksgiving holiday, after which I only have one full week left. Now that I have a full class schedule next semester I can be excited for this one to be over.
My grades are looking lovely, minus this statistics class of course. Never would I have pictured myself to be content with a C on anything much less as a class grade, until now. Getting a C in that class would mean I would not have to succumb myself to taking it again next semester. That satisfies me.
In regards to this weekend, I am starting to wonder if maybe the name “brother unlucky” was a curse. It has been a while since I have written about him, with the exception of my last blog. Why is it a curse?
On his way down here, brother unlucky struck again. His front right tyre blew out while he was driving. It was night and he had to pull over on the highway in the middle of nowhere. With experience from all of his other unlucky life experiences, he was able to successfully change that tyre by himself and drive 50mph on a donut until he arrived safely in Orlando.
This meant that he was late – as usual – and that at some point during the weekend we had to find ourselves at tyre kingdom with a couple hundred dollars.
I got a 98 on my last grammar paper analysing the content of another blog, by Patricia O’Connor, called “Grammarphobia.” It is a delightful read for anyone who is interested in the change of the English language over the years.