The Original Cano (Busy Bee)

It is officially October 31st, and in the spirit of Halloween I shall tell a scary story.
I once knew a girl who loved her family until her last days of life. Her name does not matter but ever since she was a little girl, she looked up to her daddy. Her daddy was the best person that she could ever have imagined. Even though her daddy used to work all the time and she even used to to stay up late to see a glance at him, he was still the best person that she knew in her life. Around the age of ten, he told her that he would no longer be working long hours but that he would be sticking around longer and she would get to see him for several periods of time. She didn’t understand until later when she noticed that she was not going to the school cafeteria to eat lunch anymore but she was going home to eat lunch. She would spend an hour every day eating lunch with her brother and father and she was in love.
It wasn’t until a man had masturbated in front of her and her friend that she really realized how much she loved her father. She needed him to just say everything was going to be fine, it was going to be okay.
Years later, he supported her when she had a boyfriend and supported her when they broke up. He was there for her through everything and now she hears that he needs surgery.

She dies a little inside but doesn’t show it until she hears that he needs the surgery until he is crying in unbearable pain. He gets the surgery but she does not recover from her broke heart.

So it’s about the sixth week of classes and midterms and finals are upon us. Instead of studying like I should be doing, I am reading emails, seeing what I am supposed to be doing for tomorrow and just pretty much procrastinating. This is not what a good student should be doing. Advice: do not be like me, where you put pretty much everything and everyone before yourself.
I had class today where my Freshman Seminar class did their monologues: about the transition from high school to college. Honestly, I don’t think any of them took me seriously when this assignment was given(not by me, it’s a mandatory assignment by the Department). This is a way to take out their frustration to express what they truly feel and I don’t know if it was because of their lack of presentation skills but I just did not get the feeling that they wanted to do this assignment. If I was them, I would have done something creative and pour my heart out because it is a rough time; going through that transition is tough and I’m not going to lie second semester was harder for me anyways.

That week passed and now onto WALKS and MIDTERMS and CASES! OH MY!
Walks: I have two walks this week, one is technically later on tonight, Light the Night and the other is MSABC(Making Strides against Breast Cancer). I can’t make it to either one :-(. Light the Night is during my classes and I work in the Career Center until 7pm and by the time I get to South Street Seaport, the walk will probably have ended.
I teach Sunday school at 8:30 AM. Yeah, try hearing that since weekends are my only days to rest. It’s okay though since I get out at 10:00 am and my day does not go to waste. I have to go to TMLA Open House on Sunday at 2:00 since Marie, one of my dad’s fellow deacon brother’s daughter, is thinking about going there. Did I have this impact on Marie? I remember when she was so little and it was, I believe only 6 years ago that I met her. Now she’s in 7th grade and her sister, Grace. She was just a newborn when my family had met her and now…. she’s a toddler who has autism. Who would have guessed that that precious little thing that was in my arms, while I rocked her, would have ended up with autism. I did see a HUGE improvement with her from last summer to this summer. I am so proud of Grace; she’s gotten more interactive and I understand her words now. She still has trouble every now and then but she is getting help.

Okay so it’s 1:36 AM and i should get going since I have Marketing midterm tomorrow in the afternoon.