So, while everyone else is taking midterms involving numbers, formulas, literary analysis, or theory my midterm responses sound something like this:

Inquiring with Esquire

2.       You’re right.  I was supposed to have picked an ad to answer this question.  But in thumbing through Esquire magazine (June 2006) I was struck by the “Man At His Best: Sex ( Read more... )

I've been studying all day.  I'm glad its almost over.  And you know what, I don't even feel bad that I am done sooner than most.  This semester was horrible.  And I am looking forward to its end.

This passage, from T.S. Eliot's "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," caught my eye when we read it in class weeks ago.  I kept coming back to it again ( Read more... )

I broadcast to you live from the basement of the Union. Its "Reading Day" which means that there are no classes and students across campus are settling into their books after a night of heavy pre-finals drinking. The reason I think its a stupid day is because 1) I didn't partake in any sort of drinking last night and 2) its Saturday, of course ( Read more... )

I just met with my TA for my design course.  I've been working on research for a specific designer all semester and in a few days my paper is due.  Its not a long paper, but I am proud of it.  I have put a lot of thought into my research and had to dig pretty deep in order to put together what I have.  But the things I wrote were of interest to me ( Read more... )

I was walking to work to eat lunch in the half hour between classes and my next shift thinking about how I didn't respond to a friend's invitation to Monday lunch.  Its not that I didn't want to see him, I just hated the idea of telling yet another person that I am too busy--that I need that few minutes of peace over my vegetable soup to cool off ( Read more... )