By Meghan '12 | February 27, 2012
Oy vay. Is that how you spell that? I have no idea. At any rate, my month has been crazy. Lots of thinking, doing, and not-doing, if that makes any sense. Break was much needed for me and I couldn’t be happier to have to time away.
As mentioned last time, Ben came home for the President’s break. Lucky him, he had the whole week off! We had a lot of fun together; it was really nice to see him after a whole month of being apart. With him student teaching, we barely even get time to talk while he’s away, maybe a few messages back and forth at the most. So, the distance becomes really hard when we don’t really get the time to talk. It was really great to be able to see him and hang out and do things. We saw “Chronicle,” ate at a local restaurant (a first for us!), went ice skating, and rented some classics. I really enjoyed Chronicle, but definitely not more than Ben. I felt like he was going to try and fly on the way home instead of drive. I was worried he was going to refuse to go get things and instead practice his telekinesis. Luckily, the charm wore off sooner than I expected.
The local restaurant we went to was Eddie Ryan’s here in Lancaster. The food was surprisingly really, really good. We’ve gone there for school functions before and thought it to be okay, but the dinner menu they had for us this time was amazing. I got baked sheperd’s pie which had mashed potatoes covered in veggies, gravy, and shredded lamb. Normally, I’m not all about lamb, but it was really awesome in this dish. I realized I just talked for 10 minutes about food, but, seriously, this place comes highly recommended from the both of us.
Ice skating was good except for something that made me really sad. I heard some kids around my sister’s age (13) talking really inappropriate. It made me wonder how kids could get that way. They were swearing and just talking in ways I didn’t know kids that age had been exposed to. It made me really frustrated that they were trying to act so grown up while still so small. I almost said something, but didn’t know what to say. I did make a few comments (of course, it’s me) while they were saying things, though. For instance, when one dropped an “F-Bomb,” I said (loudly) how horrible it was and I was upset to hear that kind of language. I don’t think they heard me though.
Okay, I’ll stop talking like an old woman now and go back to my life. It’s been good. And I can’t believe I’m about halfway through my last semester left. Ho-o-o-oly cow!