Death
update: Warren is gone, forever. after returning for six days in a row, I began to grow bored of him. But then he did something unusual; he just laid down and died. Right on top of the toliet. which brings the count of flying things that die in my bathroom up to two. (Did I mention that the thing I briefly assumed was a beetle, then let my coworkers convince me was a cockroach, actually turned out to be the largest bumble bee i've ever seen in my life? and it died crawling towards comfort and light in my bathtub?) I can't figure that mystery out--because i dont do smelly things in my bathroom.
clearly this is currently STILL the only exciting piece of news in my life.
oh, and i'm about to the end of my 6,000 word essay, my second essay of five I will turn in for grad school. almost halfway, whew! it goes in on monday, in whatever state of undone it may be in. I also received my first essay back, all marked and graded and deconstructed. I did okay--not good, not bad, solidly in the middle. To explicitly explain my grade would be to explain the entire, slightly backwards and definitely confusing system of British post-school education, and I will spare you this. All that matters is that the perfectionist in me reared her ugly head after I put all I ever knew or thought I had into that stupid essay and did just okay. So i fell apart in the middle of campus and sobbed into Dave's yellow tee shirt outside of the library then walked it off, went home and worked on my next essay. But later i came to the conclusion that the entire postgraduate experience revolves around feelings of guilt (for not spending 900 hours a week in the library), stupidity and inadequacy and then having this constantly reaffirmed by: peers, professors, friends and enemies. it's a lot like the catholic church.
just what i need in my life.
but i'm sorta totally over it and am aiming for higher things. like drinking copious amounts of beer, shopping for shoes and cutting my hair post-handing in this essay. this degree with either kill me or turn me into a monster. secretly i'm hoping to turn into a cute monster. one with some social skills still intact.
clearly this is currently STILL the only exciting piece of news in my life.
oh, and i'm about to the end of my 6,000 word essay, my second essay of five I will turn in for grad school. almost halfway, whew! it goes in on monday, in whatever state of undone it may be in. I also received my first essay back, all marked and graded and deconstructed. I did okay--not good, not bad, solidly in the middle. To explicitly explain my grade would be to explain the entire, slightly backwards and definitely confusing system of British post-school education, and I will spare you this. All that matters is that the perfectionist in me reared her ugly head after I put all I ever knew or thought I had into that stupid essay and did just okay. So i fell apart in the middle of campus and sobbed into Dave's yellow tee shirt outside of the library then walked it off, went home and worked on my next essay. But later i came to the conclusion that the entire postgraduate experience revolves around feelings of guilt (for not spending 900 hours a week in the library), stupidity and inadequacy and then having this constantly reaffirmed by: peers, professors, friends and enemies. it's a lot like the catholic church.
just what i need in my life.
but i'm sorta totally over it and am aiming for higher things. like drinking copious amounts of beer, shopping for shoes and cutting my hair post-handing in this essay. this degree with either kill me or turn me into a monster. secretly i'm hoping to turn into a cute monster. one with some social skills still intact.