I’m antsy- so antsy that I’m on the verge of pulling my hair out! ..Anxiously waiting for an update that will change the way I live for the next 5 months. Could you blame me? AH. Time. Soon. I know. Patience is a virtue, I know.
I tried to look up a video that would express my “I’m nervous” emotions- this is the other kind of nervous, and NOT my state of mind, but, it’s sweet, so I’m sharing:
I’ve loved this scene ever since I first saw it as a kid on TCM with my mom. Now that I’m older and have watched the ENTIRE movie, and I know a thing or two about relationships, I don’t like how Stella went back into Stanley’s arms..at least THAT quickly. Yeah, I know, I know he’s the kind of man that could pick you up, take care of you with those ginormous muscles and could woo you with those amazing eyes and smile, and most importantly, is your husband and future baby daddy, but still, what he did was wrong and I don’t think she should have just simply been swept away by him again. He cheated on her with her sister, people! I guess when you factor in the pregnancy and accept the fact that people DO make STUPID mistakes sometimes.. what Stella did made complete sense. I’m still torn though- I know it’s just a movie, but the concept is what has got me thinking. Does Stanley really love her? If he loved her, then why did he have to have that intimacy with Blanche? Was it simply because he was just being a man?- in this movie, yes, that is obviously the case. In the end, we’re all human. It’s up to each of us to decide if we could forgive and forget or forgive and not forget, and learn instead.
Yesterday I was on my way to the grocery store (had my focused Mad Dash switch on) when I noticed at the corner of my eye an elder lady with a cane was having trouble pushing her cart to her car. I made an abrupt stop. I thought she got the cart to budge one second, and the next second, I noticed she was still struggling with the wheels. So of course, I turned on my “Wonder Woman to the rescue” switch (or at least I like to pretend I have such a switch) and decided to give her a helping hand.
We ditched the cart and walked over to her car with the grocery bags. She pointed out that her license plate, “BUBBEE J,” meant grandma. I thought that was so sweet. I didn’t even ask her what it meant, she just said it as I placed the heavy bags at the back of her trunk.
She was really thankful and as a token of her appreciation, she even offered me a can of peaches to take home with me..Isn’t that just SO SWEET??!
I didn’t snatch one of course, but I gracefully thanked her as well, smiled, wished her a good day, and carried on with my shopping. I could safely say my “BUBBEE J” encounter made my day. :)
Let me preface this post by saying that I have no resentment toward anyone in any institution. I just feel that this is something that every student from a minority group within the L.A. area should read.
I recently applied for an internship at an institution here in the Los Angeles…
THAT’S MY GIRL!
I personally was in shock and puzzled when I first read the email with my sister. I couldn’t believe it. Equal opportunity should be a given, especially now a days. This isn’t something one should just brush off, and I’m proud to say, that that isn’t something stimu-latte will be doing either. NOT UP IN HERE!