Pie + Cool Whip = ???

Welp. The holiday weekend is over - it was everything I hoped it would be, except for not being nearly long enough. Among the things I hoped for (and got) were :
1) good times with my family
2) awkward times with my grandmother
3) turkey leftovers
4) pie
5) some small ammount of productivity

1) Good times with my family were abundant. My sister J was nice enough to pick Matt up from the airport when he decided that it would be nice to get an earlier flight, the arrival time of which coincided with the Thanksgiving Eve service I had to sing in.

2) Awkward times with my grandmother lived up to all my expectations and then some. Among my favorite moments were:
- Repeatedly accusing my mom of calling her an abortionist. Number one,
my mom is pro-choice. Number two, my mom would have been nine years
old at the time my grandma was refering to...it's doubtful she would have even
known what the world abortionist meant. The initial accusation was awkward
enough. More awkward was grandma's continued insistence that it happened.
- Talking about how my grandpa was a "terrible father"
- Debating the relative size of Michelle Obama's ...booty...compared with others.
And last but not least my favorite quote, said to my boyfriend while I was out of the room:
" There's certain things you just can't ask family - like, 'when are you going to get married and have babies', or 'why do you use cool-whip in your pie instead of real whipped cream'?"
(for reference, Matt and I brought two pies containing cool whip to my parents house).

3) yum.

4) Also yum.

5) OK so let's get this straight. A 4 credit class at the U is supposed to demand 3 hours of your time per week on average. However, my instructor clearly states on his syllabus "average work leads to average performance, which in turn leads to average grades." By those standards alone, I should be getting an A+++++++++++++++++++++. Seriously. I don't think you could even PASS doing 3 hours of work, let alone get a C. Every week we have to read 1 case, 2 articles (which are usually pretty long), the entire issue of that week's Economist and write 2 short papers that add up to about 1300 words. I spend probably 5 hours reading and at least another 3 outlining and writing my papers. If I'd actually went back and edited them (which I do not) I'd probably take another hour minimum. What grade am I actually getting? NO FREAKING CLUE. It's on a curve, so I know what my scores are but other than that...yeah. I'm hoping for the grade of "Somewhat more competent than Claire on LOST but not quite as good as Joe Mauer". So it's a fun semester...although it's actually a really great class and I'm learing a lot.

So needless to say after the above rant about my class, it's really fun trying to figure out when to fit in my grad school apps. Luckily, I have Matt, my family and friends and choir to keep me sane :)