Dia de los Muertos
21Apr07
May 7th might be close to Cinco de Mayo, but in fact it has much more in common with the Day of the Dead. Okay, that’s not entirely true because the Day of the Dead is actually celebrated as a joyous holiday to honor the deceased. There is nothing joyous about May 7th. But the name feels applicable, so I’m leaving the intro despite the fact that it is culturally incorrect…
Here are all the reasons why May 7th is a day of mourning:
- It’s my birthday. I kept wondering when the whole “Rachel, you’re a grown up now” feeling was going to kick in, and I have discovered that you are a grown up when you realize that there is no longer any reason to get excited for your birthday. I’m turning 22. I’m old. All the good birthdays are over. The only ones I have left to look forward to are 25 when I can rent a car, and after that there’s nothing good left until retirement. I have already reached the pinnacle of my life…it’s all downhill from here. On May 7th, I leave behind all that is good and begin the process known as the long march to death.
- I have 2 finals that day. That sucks.
- I have no more finals after that day. That sucks even more, because that means May 7th is my last day of school ever. It means that I am no longer a college student and that I am now a member of “the real world.” May 7th marks the beginning of my life as an unemployed adult draining the resources of society. I can never switch to a new doctor after May 7th because the stupid forms they make you fill out will ask me my occupation, and instead of being able to say “student” like I’ve said for the last 21 years, I will now have to say “jobless hunk of lard seeking medical treatment for malaise caused by lack of life purpose.” And that’s really unfortunate, because I’m convinced that there must be a dentist out there somewhere that doesn’t ask you mindless questions while your mouth is full of their gloved hands.
May 7, 2007 = The Death of a Student. A great American tragedy — it’s a plot worthy of Arthur Miller, really.
first of all:
It’s your birthday. Which officially puts you older than me by 9 days. That is awesome cause you have something to hold over my head. I am going to give you a list of things to look forward to, cause I love you and your birthday
1. May 7 marks the beginning of your next phase of childhood. You are only as old as you feel no matter what the finanace department says. You can still eat nutella, grow plants (which now I realize should be named Herbie) and jump in huge puddles. I mean, what good is being old unless you have a little kid next to you looking up to you?? (aka Matthew) If everyone else is grown up than that’s boring.
2. You can now understand all (or at least most…we’ll get there) the sexual innuendos in Shrek 2, Full House, and High School Musical. As a little kid, you have to admit, you were seriously missing out.
3. You can make out.
4. You can spell “Dia de los Muertos”
5. You have FREE TIME! (to spend with me, of course)
6. You can use the big kid scissors
7. You get to use real earrings.
8. You don’t have to use a sippy cup.
9. You can travel (ie Brussels) the world by yourself and be fine.
10. You can eat as many bruschetta chips as you want and no one can tell you to stop to save your appetite for dinner.
11. You get to live with me instead of sharing a bathroom with your brother!
haha! So there…although you may have 2 finals…you can go out and live up life like there is no tomorrow cause there won’t be!
Morgasm, you really make me happy. Yay for the best roommate ever! let’s celebate with bruschetta chips and ice cream…