My class is on Tuesday nights. Halloween is on Tuesday night. You can probably see where this is going…
The thing is the class is structured so that we have covered models of love and marriage from Greek & Roman civilization up until roughly the 18th century, and this class — this very Halloween class — is the end of the lecture part (it moves to tutorials on the readings). Readings and class material are completely separate. This class is the one where he covers today and how we’ve completely messed up the model of love and marriage (according to what the professor has alluded to so far). Not going to class will feel like I have been reading a book and someone ripped out the last chapter. Never mind that he’ll give tips for the exam and paper… I need to know how the story ends!
But it is Halloween… the second most anticipated annual tradition after Christmas around here… and my kids need me to be a part of it… to get them ready… to shepherd them around… to just be there. Yes, Husband could take them, but he’s been sick and the weather has been lousy. It is also part of their tradition for me to take them to their godparent’s house and do the trek from there. Plus we are back to one vehicle and I’m not loving the idea of taking it to the University on Halloween (though I have no idea why).
I will skip the love class. There is no way I can miss Halloween.
And ironically, it is primarily because of love that I can’t.