Oh this world... at the risk of sounding cliche, when it rains it pours... My father found out on Thursday that he has tumors on his bladder, he is having surgery to remove them on the 26th and until then all we can do is wait and hope it isn't cancer. It's the waiting that kills me, if I knew it was cancer then I could start to deal with that, find a way to fight against it, whatever... but this waiting... I don't deal well with anticipation. And, as always, it's busy time at school. A paper in both Anthropology classes, a paper in Lit, a paper in Arabic, tests in Art History and Math... My entire Thanksgiving break scheduled for homework... well, at least I still have my humor yes?

It's the Arabic that's going to kill me. A presentation on al-Zabba' prut Amr ibn Tharab ibn Hasan ibn 'Adhina ibn al-Samida', given in Arabic and a paper written on Khālid ibn al-Walīd... written in Arabic of course. Maybe I'll do the presentation on Khālid ibn al-Walīd and my paper on Bat-Zabbai... I just can't decide. And then to decide whether I continue Arabic next semester when I already have so many classes I must take like Kinship and Social Orginization, Geoarchaeology, Medical Anthropology, the History of the African Continent and a sociology course and I'd love to get into the Roman Imperial Art History class... oh so many choices... Oh and the Gothic Literature in America course sounds like a riot.