And now, Ade's life. It's been gravitating between adventurous and mundane. A couple days ago, I went with Nick to the emergency room since his poison ivy was getting unbearable. He got a shot and a prescription for stronger stuff, and he seems to be doing better. And I thought I was done analyzing poetry when I graduated, but in the past few days I've had to help my sister out with her English project. I never had a big (or older, rather) sister help me with my English projects. I guess this is what I get for being the word nerd of the family. Wilfred Owen isn't that hard to read though, many of his poems seem to be depressing anti-war poems about death. But at least she's not reading Gertrude Stein. I don't think they'd assign that to 10th graders. We had to read her in Bakken's Forms of Poetry class, and it went over everyone's heads.
I'm almost finished knitting a little teddy bear. It's kind of cute, even though right now it only has one leg and no face (that will be fixed soon).