Life of a Holocaust historian. I’m sitting in the library on campus and crying about the 15.5 thousand pounds of human hair found upon Auschwitz’s liberation. This hurts so much that I am not able to find the words to describe it.

All I can say is that as a Queer disabled Jew who studies history I am absolutely freaking terrified. I know we are all in this together, we just have to keep strong and be the helpers we all need.

Ok. Who beat me up in my sleep this time?!

I swear scholarship essays will be the death of me. I feel like each essay is more awkward than the last.

Setting up my planner for next year. Got to show off my boys.

I just made Dean’s List!!
This term was hard but worth it!

Life with EDS. After 10 weeks of back pain between the shoulder blades. I finally had my first Physical Therapy appointment. Apparently it is possible to sublux your shoulder blade.

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I have just spent 8 hours assembling a group paper (business class) where facts were stated without supporting evidence. So instead of just assembling I’m going the research to support it. I’m full on throwing my group members under the bus tomorrow.

Pecan pie for tonight is done. Not sure how to avoid eating it early.

I don’t think this one needs any elaboration.

This is needed worldwide. Our governments serve the people, not the people serve the government.

Finally, studying history paid off. When insomnia strikes read and ancient Roman orator, it’s better than Ambien.