It’s been a while hasn’t it?
I guess I should start at the beginning.
My AP Art History class took a trip up to Dallas to visit the Nasher Sculpture Center and the Dallas Museum of Fine Art. I thoroughly enjoyed the sculpture center, and even though this guy:
…wasn’t our docent I still found everything highly interesting. Now at the Dallas Museum… oh man. Our docent led tour was only supposed to be 40 minutes, but it lasted over an hour and a half and we had only seen FIVE pieces of art. FIVE. Finally for the last 30 minutes we got to roam around on our own, but I really wished I hadn’t wasted an hour and a half of my time to “study” (we honestly knew more about the art than our docent) FIVE pieces of art.
Luckily, our teacher said that when we go back in the spring she’ll let us roam on our own.
A week of pure bliss. I can honestly say that I have done very little of my loads of homework. I should probably be doing that now…On Monday I volunteered at my town’s Thanksgiving food drive.
Then Tuesday I started my 3 day Thanksgiving extravaganza at my stepmom’s parents’ house. We had thanksgiving lunch there and I stuffed myself full of meat and bread. Then the next day we decorated for Christmas. Thursday my family and I went to my grandma’s house and had Thanksgiving lunch and dinner. My aunt trimmed my hair (no more unsightly split ends!) and my parents got another reminder of what well behaved children my siblings and I are compared to my cousins.
Later that day I got to meet Bernice, the woman who practically raised my dad. She was my grandparent’s housekeeper for the majority of my dad and uncle’s childhood. She’s 81 and lives on a dilapidated piece of land literally out in the ‘boondocks’ of east Texas. My grandma said that my dad spent more time at Bernice's house than they did at their own grandmother's house. I can't blame them. Nanny was mean.
Me, looking aloof. This was Bernice's old house that is pretty much in shambles now. She lives right next to in double wide trailer.
I hate to sound cynical, but to my family, it seems that Thanksgiving is just another excuse to cook and gossip about each other. Not that I’m not thankful for everything, but that’s just the vibe my family gives off.
Since I didn't see my mom for Thanksgiving I sent her a message over facebook wishing her a happy Thanksgiving. Instead of a “you too!” or “thank you!” I received a “make sure you cleanse yourself with plenty of water from all the food you ate. Make sure your sisters are washing their faces and brushing their teeth too.” But I guess that’s my mom’s way of showing that she cares.
So here I am now:I should really be doing some homework.