December 13th

Phlegm is not supposed to have blood in it, ugh. Yup I am officially sick and it officially is a pain in the ass. Why? Well, sick children are allowed to stay home for fear of infecting their fellow elementary comrades. However, sick adult-children are not allowed to stay home and must attend classes regardless. What? The sick adult-children might spread disease to other college students? Nah, couldn't happen. Why? Simple, all the other college kids are also sick with some sort of virus. Pleasant environment no? Under the assistance of Dayquil I survived class today. There weren't many cogs turning in my brain, but such is my state when my fluids are mixed with spots of blood after coughing fits. I know, I am that attractive. Regardless of being under the weather, I was able to attend the international student event this evening. I wasn't especially energetic, but I did enjoy myself. This party was that of a pot-luck; many students brought different desserts from their countries in order to spread culinary culture. Paula and I bestowed an American classic upon the other foreign students, puppy chow. That's correct, we made puppy chow for everyone. Turns out, they loved it. Then again there are very few who don't enjoy Chex-like cereal covered in melted chocolate with dusted powdered sugar on top. Again, classic. Besides the puppy chow success, the rest of the party was relatively normal. Although, there was an unexpected entertainment that was performed to the delight of us students. Our teachers, more specifically Erich Martel and Michael Hauchecorne, were dancing among us. Oh boy, life is so good. Martel is apparently really into dancing which I must admit isn't too surprising; he is on the "who cares" fringe of life. Michael, or Mama Duck, was the real surprise. But hey, they were having fun and the rest of us were having fun taking pictures. Although at the moment my health is in question of being stable, it was a great night and worth the risk of increasing my decreasing well-being.