Tuesday, May 17, 2011

When It Rains, It Pours

Yes, that statement is so true in multiple contexts. The most obvious: the weather. However, that's not what I'm talking about in this particular blog.

With only a few short weeks left of school, our campus has been plagued by a virus so bad that it's wiped out fistfuls of teachers at a time. At first this went around the student body, and after it successfully sickened many students, it hit the teachers and administration like a tsunami wave.

I, sadly, have fallen victim to this miserable sickness. For the past four days I have been subjected to high temperatures, a wicked cough, and all the gross-unnecessary-details that come with it. It's times like these where I desperately wish I was not a half a world away from my wonderful mother. She has always taken such good care of my whiny self whenever I fall ill.

I'm not the bravest person on the face of the planet. Some may disagree, and if you are, you are severely mistaken. I get weepy and whiny, and seem to lose all particles of common sense and reality. I'm sure my mother would rather do other things than to cater to my beck and call - but she truly has a tender heart and always finds soothing ways to make me feel better. I only hope that when my (future) children grow sick, I can be as kind and warm-hearted as my mother. After all, she is the expert.

Well that's about it of my senseless rambling - pray that this virus passes soon. Only a few weeks left of school and I want them to go out with a bang!

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