Story of the Belated Brithday

I'm taking an English class at the local JC. We are doing a research paper, and we were supposed to have our first rough draft at class last night. I spent all week working hard on that paper, finding books on the subject, and putting it all together. I was pretty proud of my paper, ready to have it critiqued by the other students. I went to class last night, and as always there was a warm-up question to write about. It happened to believe about the Declaration of Independence. I put my name on my paper, and asked the person sitting next to me if they knew the date. "It's December 4th". OMG it's my brother's Birthday, and I totally didn't find out if I could call him or anything. I'm such a horrible sister. I thought maybe Jared would understand, seeing as his wife is also taking classes, so he would kinda know how it is when you're focusing on a paper. I refocused on class, even mentioning "my brother in Iraq" in my writing, when talking about "the people have the right to ...abolish [the government]"
After the warm up writing, the professor gave us our next essay assignment, and sent us on our way. No peer review. GAH! how am I going to know if my paper is any good? So not only am I a horrible sister for forgetting my [older] brothers birthday, but now I have to stress out even more about my paper, because I have no feed back. In the words of one Charlie Brown "GOOD GRIEF!"

So Anyways, I hope you read this Jared, because I do wish you a happy (belated) birthday. We love and miss you, and know you are doing good over there, and you are protected.
And maybe you'll forgive me one day for being a horrible sister.