'scuse me while I kiss the sky
Okay, I might have made a critical miscalculation. I imagined this paper being around 2500-3000 words, given how long it took me to read the first section I wrote. However, The Waste Land is a five part poem. I have finished the intro and the first part of the poem, and my paper is currently 1522 words long O_O This is kind of problematic. Clearly I'm just going to have to write the whole paper, resigned to how long it will be, then prune seriously. This means the paper MUST be done by Monday night. This also means that my carefully planned schedule of writing based on word counts is completely effed. A new schedule has been drafted, which I know you all have no interest in so I won't trouble you with it here. Suffice it to say the paper will absolutely be finished on time, and proofread, and edited. And I will still have at least 36 hours to pack!
This is all becoming very real to me. I have NEVER been in a country where I didn't speak the language. The only other time I've ever even been out of the country was to go to Scotland, which, thick accents aside, is just not the same. And also I was with, oh, thirty-ish other Americans at the time. I am a little bit absolutely terrified. But I am determined that this will work out, so I'm feeling oddly detached from the terror. It's very strange, but it's making me super efficient at work, so I'm not asking questions.
It also really came crashing down on me this morning that I HAVE TO CHOOSE AN OUTFIT TO WEAR WHILE I STAND IN FRONT OF 70+ SCHOLARS FROM A DOZEN DIFFERENT COUNTRIES AND TELL THEM HOW TO THINK. And I have to come up with like three outfits to wear to present myself to Yunie and Sharii! THIS IS STRESSFUL STUFF OKAY!!
Anyway back to the work for me now; the pina colada is finally kicking in and wearing away some of the knots in my shoulders.
This is all becoming very real to me. I have NEVER been in a country where I didn't speak the language. The only other time I've ever even been out of the country was to go to Scotland, which, thick accents aside, is just not the same. And also I was with, oh, thirty-ish other Americans at the time. I am a little bit absolutely terrified. But I am determined that this will work out, so I'm feeling oddly detached from the terror. It's very strange, but it's making me super efficient at work, so I'm not asking questions.
It also really came crashing down on me this morning that I HAVE TO CHOOSE AN OUTFIT TO WEAR WHILE I STAND IN FRONT OF 70+ SCHOLARS FROM A DOZEN DIFFERENT COUNTRIES AND TELL THEM HOW TO THINK. And I have to come up with like three outfits to wear to present myself to Yunie and Sharii! THIS IS STRESSFUL STUFF OKAY!!
Anyway back to the work for me now; the pina colada is finally kicking in and wearing away some of the knots in my shoulders.