Endings…

I have a hard time with endings…

One of the reasons I don’t like to read fiction is because I’m so sad when the book ends and I have no way of knowing what happens next in the lives of these characters who I become so involved with during my time with them.

Sometimes I feel the same way about movies… although to a lesser extent.

I think I almost cried after the series finale of Friends.

I know it’s silly. It’s just a TV show. But I’m not good with endings. I become easily attached… even to fictional characters.

This difficulty with endings is, of course, intensified when it comes to real life. I can’t get this off my mind right now because today I had my Hebrew final exam (which I feel as though I gave the whooping that it deserved). Final exam means no more Hebrew classes. Now, while this may seem as though it should be a joyous occasion, it actually makes my heart kind of sad. It was such a great class. I looked forward to this class every Tuesday and Thursday. Only 7 of us… what what a fun group. Today, when we finished the exam we all stood around in the hallway reminiscing about the semester, complaining about the obscure vocab on the exam, and just having a good time (in a Hebrew geek kind of way). And then we walked away. And it was over. And I know it’s just a Hebrew class but I will definitely miss it.

Admittedly, this class even comes close to the good old days with Bodner, Rachie, Mike Jones, Lewis, Fulford, etc. MacDiv is really starting to grow on me and this year went far too fast.

I have only one paper left to hand in and then I will officially be done my course work for my MA. Only a thesis left to go.

Well, my dearest Intermediate Hebrew class… anybody up for some Aramaic?

A Burning Issue…

Today, while at work I was standing beside my desk, talking to my boss when I started to smell something burning. I couldn’t figure out what would be burning. Then, out of the corner of my eye I saw smoke… smoke that was REALLY close to me. At that moment I realized that my hair was on fire! So I said to my boss, “My hair is on fire.” And he said, “No, it’s not.” And I said… “Yes it is!!!” At that moment a co-worker came down the hall from her office and asked, “What’s that smell?” I assured her not to worry… that it was just the scent of burning hair! Ok… so it wasn’t actually on fire but it really was burning since apparently I got too close to a candle. I immediately smothered whatever smoldering my hair was still doing by diligently squeezing it with my hands. Let’s not blow it out of proportion… it was just a small chunk of hair… but it was significantly singed and I had to deal with the reeky scent of burned hair all day. Nasty.

On the bright side, this afternoon I was the recipient of a lovely new, fresh spring haircut.