*pause*
I just got back from breakfast to discover that today I have a snow day, because Katy doesn't live in Mount Vernon, and it's snowing pretty hard. (I'm still waiting for Casey to call saying he got back ok... I worry about him when he decides to drive in the snow) This means no homework for tomorrow reading wise, and I'll have more time to work on my Big paper, plus 2 hours that I would have been in class.
*phew.
To celebrate this, I'm taking a short break to eat some Frango mints (Thank you grandma!) and listen to a JT song or two. I don't think I've taken a harder class at Cornell ever; at least I can't think of one that seems so upsettingly stressful and overwhelming. Casey was here last night and I took a homework break basically to break down and cry to him for a little while about how terrible this class is after I got back from the dark purple meeting.
plus I fell really hard on the commons tile rounding a corner and today I can't bend my elbow properly without a sharp wave of pain. Though, I do take that as a testament to the kindness of random cornell students because I wiped out, curled up on the floor in front of the PAAC office and cried for a few seconds, and then two guys came rushing over from the ratt asking if I was ok and they helped me up and picked up all the dark purple buttons I'd spilled all over the floor. Thanks strangers.
I feel bad that the entire time Casey was here I was either gone or stressed out. He was really helpful though and I think I would have been a lot more upset and not confident in myself if he weren't there. I comforted him when he was stressed and overwhelmed this weekend, and he picked me back up when I was sure I couldn't do this class anymore last night. Very supportive - A+
We were up late, and I didn't get as much done as I would have liked, but I have my topic squared away and a lot of research started. I feel like the work load for this class is absurd. I spent 6 hours straight in the University of Iowa library on Sunday, and still had to do more work in Casey's room that night, and still felt behind.
It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't want an A really really badly. And not just for my gpa or anything, but because I really want to impress this professor because I think I'll be asking her for a letter of recommendation to grad school. Boo.
*phew.
To celebrate this, I'm taking a short break to eat some Frango mints (Thank you grandma!) and listen to a JT song or two. I don't think I've taken a harder class at Cornell ever; at least I can't think of one that seems so upsettingly stressful and overwhelming. Casey was here last night and I took a homework break basically to break down and cry to him for a little while about how terrible this class is after I got back from the dark purple meeting.
plus I fell really hard on the commons tile rounding a corner and today I can't bend my elbow properly without a sharp wave of pain. Though, I do take that as a testament to the kindness of random cornell students because I wiped out, curled up on the floor in front of the PAAC office and cried for a few seconds, and then two guys came rushing over from the ratt asking if I was ok and they helped me up and picked up all the dark purple buttons I'd spilled all over the floor. Thanks strangers.
I feel bad that the entire time Casey was here I was either gone or stressed out. He was really helpful though and I think I would have been a lot more upset and not confident in myself if he weren't there. I comforted him when he was stressed and overwhelmed this weekend, and he picked me back up when I was sure I couldn't do this class anymore last night. Very supportive - A+
We were up late, and I didn't get as much done as I would have liked, but I have my topic squared away and a lot of research started. I feel like the work load for this class is absurd. I spent 6 hours straight in the University of Iowa library on Sunday, and still had to do more work in Casey's room that night, and still felt behind.
It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't want an A really really badly. And not just for my gpa or anything, but because I really want to impress this professor because I think I'll be asking her for a letter of recommendation to grad school. Boo.