Buckling
For all my efforts of reminding myself that I have only 12 weeks to go until this life is once again mine, the anxiety is building daily and I will surely burst. Spring Break — that week where, if I were five years younger and 97% more stupid, you might find me drunk and half-dressed on some beach being filmed because I’m so wild — gives no promises, not even a wink of a hint, of a reprieve.
I’ve posted the major portions of my schedule off to the side, just in case you start wondering what has happened to me by, say, week 5. This schedule does not include the many — too many — article readings and books I will have to push through as well.
I’ll never understand why instructors outside of English 101 feel the need to assign book reports.
To leave on a positive note, this report on the progress of custody law in Canada makes me very happy:
Finding that it would be in the best interest of a child being raised by a lesbian couple to be legally related to both women and to the male sperm donor who continues to play a role in his life, the Court of Appeal for Ontario ruled on January 2 that all three adults should have the status of legal parents of the child.
…[T]he court of appeal decided that the child’s best interest should take priority.
“Perhaps one of the greatest fears faced by lesbian mothers is the death of the birth mother,” Justice Rosenberg wrote. “Without a declaration of parentage or some other order, the surviving partner would be unable to make decisions for their minor child, such as critical decisions about health care.”

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Annie? Are you alive under that pile of books and papers?