Parents, Papers

Mom and Dad are asleep in my room and I desperately want my bed. I just finished my midterm that I should have done with everyone else, but my professor let me have an extension and I took it.

Too bad I completely forgot my parents were visiting.

But it's great to see them and weirdly enough this is the first time they have ever spent the night in Athens. I've been here for four years and living the same house for two.

But it's only a short stop before they continue onto Cincinnati to visit Grandma. Mom hates the place Grandma is in right now and I know she hates it too. Apparently the windows are at the very top of high ceilings, so looking out the window is a no-go. Terrible, and I'm sure I'll hear more of it in the coming week.

Took the family to Last Resort Grill, which was even better than I imagined, even after all the praise my friends had given it. Mom and Dad loved it and we came back just in time to bestow on my Father the wonders of Project Runway, which he actually took interest in. Mom was enthralled with The Colbert Report as always and we had a good laugh.

Even though I'm constantly told "family comes first" I know they wanted me to get started on my paper. But really, you can't instill me from day one with values like that and expect me to put them on hiatus for French peasantry and how it's tied to French identity and nationalism in the first half of the 20th century, can you?

No, I thought not.


I directed the parents to Big City Bread for breakfast tomorrow, since I can't join them myself. For once I can't skip my morning classes and by the time I get out at 10:45 they will have hit the road already, braving cold weather and freakishly weird low pressure systems traveling across the midwest.