We Almost There

It is December...Pithy prepares to embrace the spectacularness that is the Holidays. When ranking College student's most favorite things--Christmas holidays is at the top...second only to the awesomeness that is the summer holidays. We are so ready that we will do ANYthing to get there. No seriously, ANTHING. As a testament, we commence a recap of the memorable worsts we have since endured in our sprint to the finish line of finals' end.

The Garage Door
Let me paint a picture. Cedar is cold. Very cold. In form, our garage door does not like this. Prudie and Jerry deal with its dislike. Prudie has the single remote opener, and she and Jerry ride together in the mornings. Jerry gets in position, Prudie presses the open button, and Jerry helps the frozen door open enough to let the car out. This is inconvenient, but manageable. Pithy's extreme exasperation comes, not from this situation, but rather from the one that follows two hours later. Prudie and Jerry try to find in their hearts some bit of compassion, some ember of empathy for Tom's predicament of tackling the door singlehandedly, but two words douse our fragile flame: ten o'clock. Because they know Tom is well-rested and up for the challenge (as well as having had the time for breakfast, and morning news, and a copy of War and Peace) Jerry and Prudence opt to revel in the simple pleasure of the this picture: Tom pressing the open button on the wall and running across the garage to catch the door before it freezes to a halt, being too slow, and getting to try again...and again.

Snuggie
"This has to be the creepiest commercial ever made," Tom says as the advertisement for Snuggies begins yet again. "Seriously, it looks like they are being embalmed or something. Who would ever wear one? I think I would rather go with a whale's idea of insulation." This conversation continues through many avenues--cocoons, oversized vegetables, telly-tubbies, how the name sounds like a diaper--and Pithy has soon established Snuggies as the number one fashion faux pas--except for maybe white cotton knee socks with leather crocs. "Seriously WHO would wear one?" Apparently a girl in Prudie's Art Retro class...

Breakfast Girl
The beginning of each semester (especially fall) provides many opportunities for upperclassman to look at the newbs and, with an air of ethereal superiority, comment about how wonderful it is to no longer be a freshman. This may seem callous--a denial of their roots. And yet, upon seeing breakfast girl in Music Theory, Jerry finds a moment for prayer and reflection: "Thank You, God for seeing fit to make me a Junior..." She comes to class five minutes early and begins her preparations for morning meal. At nine (the beginning of class) she pounces--peanut butter and celery, yogurt, a suspicious container of fruitcoctail and oatmeal?--her desk covered in crumbs, the air filled with the unpleasant smell of food too early in the morning, and the crunch crunch of stringy celery. Perhaps this should be forgiven, I mean, a girl's gotta eat right? We let you judge, internets--as you watch her pull out a hair brush...be careful--it's right next to her deodorant.

Coming up: Harry Potter, Lady Gaga, and Feet Painting