In Class

I'm sitting in the back of a classroom in the University of Canturbury, waiting for a class my mom is teaching to start. I won't be able to type much during the class because this computer's keyboard is super loud-- and I should probably do math/spanish work. This class is three hours long, and I think meets once or twice a week.

Grandma died yesterday. My dad called while we were walking home. I feel so bad for him-- he is so sad. We were all expecting this for awhile, so it's actually not as bad as I think it could be. He's been grieving for months, which takes a little bit out how bad it is now. This may sound horrible but it's actually a relief of a burden. She was ready to die, and lived a very long time-- she also died in her home, which she was really adamant about. I miss her, I miss how much she loved anything about me: a bad school picture or a doodle on a napkin. She was my only grandparent, so I don't have any now.

But I'm really not too upset, or at least my brain is really good at suppressing it. I'm more sad for my dad and other relatives than I am for myself.

I should go now, because the class has started.

M and I are going on a trip this weekend, which I am excited for. We're going on a whale watching boat. :)

We only have two more episodes of ALIAS, which we're going to finish tonight. It's sooooo good.

Okay. Bye-bye