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This week has already been so eventful and it's only Tuesday. But for a second I'm blasting back to the past so my upcoming bitchfest rant has context.
I recieved my first draft of my medieval art history paper back. And oh god. I can't even look at it without getting nausious. My professor tore it to shreds. Actually my professor managed to get the whole class wanting to drink the purple koolaid. So I've decided to toss my entire paper out and go back to the drawing board, retaining only my inital notes. I am currently pouring my heart and soul into more research,(my walls are covered in pictures and maps now) but when the topic is Anglo-Saxon monastic architecture, material is scarce. And off course my professor isnt happy with just a basic recitation of the facts; oh no, it has to be a totally new idea that YOU, YOURSELF form out of your study of your object(s). I definiatly don't feel qualified to be doing such a thing - what does he think this is, grad school? haha I actually love this class and love the subject, I just protest his unfair grading scheme. I am resolved to visit him during office hours tomorrow and chat (as my British friends would say) about where to go with what pitiful information I have thus far.
Skiing on saturday - epic
Tennis on monday - epic
Ice Skating on tuesday - epic (as always)
What a good way to end the ski season, a day of nonstop mogul runs. I said as much to my ice skating instructor and she replied "you would" haha. I was tempted to ski in my tank top, if not for the top of the mountian being enshrouded in a cloud the entire day. I wouldn't have been a problem but for that long ride on the chairlift. As it was, I was down to a light longsleeve tee and my rainjacket. I went with my British friend and two of her international friends. They were both hungover and one girl actually had the bus stop so she could puke. This was my friend's fourth time ever snowboarding, so I and the Scottish girl ditched her ( the fourth girl was sitting in the lodge feeling ill most of the day) and went to ski the blacks. I bombed down the hill per usual and would wait (not to long) for my new Scottish friend, but apparently I beat her up because I heard the next day she couldn't move. haha opps.
We won this week in tennis! Me and my partner were just gelling I guess, because we played a very smart game. Not to mention that we both were very consistant. We were pretty evenly matched with our opponets, who I was expecting to play a more agressive game then they did (though each boy hit me at least once - I got one of them back) My serves were not as powerful as usual although consistant and during one of them I tweaked my shoulder. I thought nothing of it at the time but last night and most of the day today I had a shooting pain in it. Now its dulled to a soreness, but it was concerning none the less. So our team made it to the "playoffs" next week - not quite sure how, but we have to play at 6 instead of our usual 4-5.30 time slot.
Today I thought it would be a good idea to see how far I could do a backbend in iceskating since I can bend all the way to the gound on land. I got pretty far when my feet zoomed out from under me and I landed on my ass. It seemed like a good idea at the time...