A Change of Pace
I’ve been notably absent from the blogging scene, but not absent from the hunger strike. Thanksgiving break rolled around and gave me a chance to sleep ten hours a day, watch endless episodes of CSI, and beat New Super Mario World for the Wii on cooperative mode with my friends. It also brought me into close contact with an adopted second-mother who insisted I drink juice and/or broth.
Hunger, Fatigue and Parties
Naps are of a questionable nature. I don’t like naps because they eat daylight, I and generally don’t take them. In fact, if I were a super hero, I would be adenosine triphosphate girl with boundless energy!
Student Life goes On
A phone call jarred me suddenly from my intense concentration, and, shaking film analysis from my head, I glanced from my laptop screen to the raucous cell phone on my desk. An unknown, local number appeared. I grabbed the phone and rushed out my room to the staircase in hopes of getting semi-decent reception.
“Hello?”I answered.
“Hello, is this Mikayla?” an adult woman’s voice asked.
“Yes, it is.”
“Hi, this is Nancy Thompson, the Dean of Students.” Surprised that the Dean of Students was calling my cell phone, I listened carefully. “I am calling about your hunger strike and was wondering if we could meet sometime this afternoon to talk about it? There are some things I feel that, as the dean, I should know and talk to you about.”
Trombone and Contemplation
Trombone-less, I dropped to the floor outside the dressing room where I take my trombone lessons. John, my lesson teacher, had taken the news of my hunger strike very well and decided we should work on the mental aspects of musicianship for our last three lessons of the semester. God bless his soul. Shooting lungfuls of air through yards of metal tubing and yanking a slide back and forth can be tiring.
A three day saga
Today is day 4 of the fast. This blog is a bit long, but only because it covers my activity for the past three days. Fear not, reader! Future blogs will be shorter should you finish this one and happen to read later ones.
