Back to usual. Kinda.

So, I'm back home, as of 3am today. Pretty much the only thing I've done so far is slept and panicked about all the homework I have to do. Missing three days is a lot, and my capabilities of remembering due dates are being challenged. Apparently I'm suppose to do a recitation tomorrow from Romeo and Juliet, but I forgot my play script and I don't think I'm able to memorize about twenty lines of Shakespeare before English class tomorrow. And hopefully I'm not forced to do my French test tomorrow, because I haven't studied at all. Well, I don't think I'll ever get pronouns, so I'm screwed either way. Why does homework have to take over my life?

Last night in the airport, a guy was calling for the boarding of our flight; "Also, I have a few more announcements and... oh, we have a loose child!" A two year old bolted down the hallway towards the plane, and he proceeded to run, scoop up the two year old, and bring them back to their mother. He went back to the microphone, expressionless; "I'm sorry for the interruption, but we did have a loose child." 
Love,
-J-