Sep 08, 2010 08:04
4 classes.
1 seminar.
Over 30 books.
Innumerable pdfs.
Said books and pdfs requiring multiple response questions, journal entries, presentations, essays, and papers per week.
1 senior keystone program, 1 job, 1 membership in a sketch comedy group, and 1 potential honors project if it ever gets off its feet because my advisor has still not read the rough draft I gave him three months ago.
I am completely fucking insane.
(In other news, one of the classes is Intro to African-American Literature, which I am taking since it came to my attention last year that six semesters of the Critical Race Theory seminar don't count towards the multiculturalism requirement. Thanks to said seminar I've read a lot of scholarly work about African-American literature, but not *shuffles feet, clears throat awkwardly* a whole lot of the literature itself--only three of the eleven books we have to buy are ones I've read before. So I was thinking of that when I signed up for the course. I was not thinking of how an Intro course would be filled with non-English majors and freshmen, who were going to need things like "slave narrative" and "genre" defined. I'm going to have to work to keep my hackles from rising whenever my inner English snob feels talked down to.)
EDIT--Things I forgot to mention: 1 fellowship that I have to edit a video and write a performance piece for. 1 fellowship I have to apply for if I want to travel and do awesome things next year.
school,
writing,
race,
stress,
reading