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I started writing this on Tuesday:
Yesterday was awfully windy. It wouldn't have been so cold out if it weren't for that damn wind. I spent half the day in this very thin cotton shirt and my light fall jacket, because I left my apartment on very warm Saturday without my winter coat and didn't return until Monday afternoon.
I went to the library about an hour before my Econ class to check my answers. I had difficulty dragging myself out of the apartment and back into the cold; I kept trying to convince myself that I didn't need to go to the library and I didn't need to go to class...etc.
As I stood waiting for the bus, I noted that it wouldn't be cold at all if there weren't those high winds. It was cool, not really cold. Like a summer night (the feeling, not the actual temperature...this March night clad in a winter coat was like a summer night with a tank top and light jacket) or something...windy and cool but not too cold. It was all a matter of perspective; it seemed cold because I was standing on Ryders Lane, waiting for a bus. Not on a beach along the Gulf of Mexico in Naples. (Of course, then it would have been much more humid) Or the river in the Catskills where I used to go camping, a cool May night where we ignored the unpleasant chill, caught up in the romance of our surroundings and the illusion of independence (our parents were nearby, but they were absorbed in getting drunk around the campfire.) I closed my eyes until the EE arrived, imagining that the swoosh of cars going by was the sound of ocean waves. I felt like Anne Shirley.
Then, at the library, I ran into an old friend with whom I had lost touch, something I'd been regretting just the day before. We traded phone numbers and made promises to get together after Spring Break.
I thought, if I hadn't have gone to the library at just that moment, I would have continued wondering, "Whatever happened to Betsy? If only she was on Facebook. If only I hadn't lost that sheet of paper with her e-mail address!"
Anyway, I'm writing again today, Thursday, to announce that, as soon as I finish this paper I'm working on, I will be on SPRING BREAK. And I had planned to use Spring Break to relax and get caught up on work. Today I realized that I have like a 100 average in my Ethnobotany and Ecology classes and an A in Econ and no grade in Fruit Production because...no one has a grade in that class and we don't even do anything in that class...and basically, I HAVE NO WORK TO CATCH UP ON. I AM CAUGHT UP. I plan on starting my term paper next week, and THAT'S IT.
This is the first Spring Break EVER where I was CAUGHT UP on my work. Usually it was a mad scramble to get ahead, to make up for previous bad grades or to study for some exam that was the following week. Now, I HAVE NO WORK TO CATCH UP ON.
Hooray!!!!!
Yesterday was awfully windy. It wouldn't have been so cold out if it weren't for that damn wind. I spent half the day in this very thin cotton shirt and my light fall jacket, because I left my apartment on very warm Saturday without my winter coat and didn't return until Monday afternoon.
I went to the library about an hour before my Econ class to check my answers. I had difficulty dragging myself out of the apartment and back into the cold; I kept trying to convince myself that I didn't need to go to the library and I didn't need to go to class...etc.
As I stood waiting for the bus, I noted that it wouldn't be cold at all if there weren't those high winds. It was cool, not really cold. Like a summer night (the feeling, not the actual temperature...this March night clad in a winter coat was like a summer night with a tank top and light jacket) or something...windy and cool but not too cold. It was all a matter of perspective; it seemed cold because I was standing on Ryders Lane, waiting for a bus. Not on a beach along the Gulf of Mexico in Naples. (Of course, then it would have been much more humid) Or the river in the Catskills where I used to go camping, a cool May night where we ignored the unpleasant chill, caught up in the romance of our surroundings and the illusion of independence (our parents were nearby, but they were absorbed in getting drunk around the campfire.) I closed my eyes until the EE arrived, imagining that the swoosh of cars going by was the sound of ocean waves. I felt like Anne Shirley.
Then, at the library, I ran into an old friend with whom I had lost touch, something I'd been regretting just the day before. We traded phone numbers and made promises to get together after Spring Break.
I thought, if I hadn't have gone to the library at just that moment, I would have continued wondering, "Whatever happened to Betsy? If only she was on Facebook. If only I hadn't lost that sheet of paper with her e-mail address!"
Anyway, I'm writing again today, Thursday, to announce that, as soon as I finish this paper I'm working on, I will be on SPRING BREAK. And I had planned to use Spring Break to relax and get caught up on work. Today I realized that I have like a 100 average in my Ethnobotany and Ecology classes and an A in Econ and no grade in Fruit Production because...no one has a grade in that class and we don't even do anything in that class...and basically, I HAVE NO WORK TO CATCH UP ON. I AM CAUGHT UP. I plan on starting my term paper next week, and THAT'S IT.
This is the first Spring Break EVER where I was CAUGHT UP on my work. Usually it was a mad scramble to get ahead, to make up for previous bad grades or to study for some exam that was the following week. Now, I HAVE NO WORK TO CATCH UP ON.
Hooray!!!!!