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Bleh. I feel yucky.
I worked on my paper, made some chocolate-covered pretzels, got started on installment 5 of my Writing Project for my religion class, and went grocery shopping for the last time this semester (trying to save money, here).
Anyway, I ate half a loaf of French bread and I feel like I watched a few too many [scrubs] episodes, though I'm not sure that's possible.
I skipped Spanish because all we are doing is peer editing each other's tallers (yeah, that's espanol) and I was going to hike on over to the writing center instead of stare at a clock for fifty minutes with kids saying, "que dijo la profesora?" every five seconds. However being as it has been snowing all day and Becca has no immediate desire to get her writing ripped apart after such a lot of work and a 20-minute trek to the Writing Center in the snow - I've decided to wait until tomorrow morning. I know I will regret this, but right now I'm not feeling particularly inspired to do anything but sit and half-heartedly toss together a writing project while I whole-heartedly regret eating so much pan de francais and diet root beer.
Tonight I have an orchestra concert. I will be playing Danse Bacchanale by Saen Sans and Beethoven 9 with the University Symphonic Orchestra. It may seem like cheap change to all you real musicians out there - but I've actually felt really good about my playing this year and I feel pretty good about what the orchestra has done. I am excited. Plus, the orchestra concert heralds in the true finale to a wonderful semester. It will be sad to throw in the towel on this one.
I'm pretty excited for Nick Mason's Romantic Period class, though... next semester will be diverting.
Finals are next week.
Buenos suerte.
I worked on my paper, made some chocolate-covered pretzels, got started on installment 5 of my Writing Project for my religion class, and went grocery shopping for the last time this semester (trying to save money, here).
Anyway, I ate half a loaf of French bread and I feel like I watched a few too many [scrubs] episodes, though I'm not sure that's possible.
I skipped Spanish because all we are doing is peer editing each other's tallers (yeah, that's espanol) and I was going to hike on over to the writing center instead of stare at a clock for fifty minutes with kids saying, "que dijo la profesora?" every five seconds. However being as it has been snowing all day and Becca has no immediate desire to get her writing ripped apart after such a lot of work and a 20-minute trek to the Writing Center in the snow - I've decided to wait until tomorrow morning. I know I will regret this, but right now I'm not feeling particularly inspired to do anything but sit and half-heartedly toss together a writing project while I whole-heartedly regret eating so much pan de francais and diet root beer.
Tonight I have an orchestra concert. I will be playing Danse Bacchanale by Saen Sans and Beethoven 9 with the University Symphonic Orchestra. It may seem like cheap change to all you real musicians out there - but I've actually felt really good about my playing this year and I feel pretty good about what the orchestra has done. I am excited. Plus, the orchestra concert heralds in the true finale to a wonderful semester. It will be sad to throw in the towel on this one.
I'm pretty excited for Nick Mason's Romantic Period class, though... next semester will be diverting.
Finals are next week.
Buenos suerte.