I've been counting the weeks until the end of the semester for two weeks now, and somehow the end doesn't seem any closer. Most people I've talked to are going home for Thanksgiving next week. Lucky ducks.
For the first time, this year I really want to go home for Thanksgiving (I never have and probably never will). That said, I'm looking forward to spending Thanksgiving with my Pasadena-based grandfather and a friend visiting from Scripps before heading out with her and some local friends to Calico Ghost Town for some mine-spelunking and old-West fun.