never never felt like this before
I wound up only teaching two classes this semester. This means money is going to be quite tight; I should be able to do things like send out the presents I have left in my apartment (because yes, I suck that much at getting Christmas presents out on time). But I probably won't have much if any to spare for things like traveling, which is disappointing. Possibly my textbook gig will make up for some of that.
My poetry workshop this semester is taught by the one member of my thesis committee I hadn't taken a class with yet. Tonight I have to recite a poem in front of my class - joke's on my teacher, though, because she let us pick the poems and I've had "To Earthward" memorized for nigh on six years. Overall the class looks like a perfectly good time and I think I'll enjoy it. There is pretty steady homework assigned, but I'm thinking it will be manageable as long as I keep up with it.
I graduate in May. Rough draft of my thesis is due ... Friday. I'm pretty anxious, but I'm also very excited. At least, I'm excited pending getting my financial aid straightened out - I didn't realize I had a minimum enrollment requirement, so my adviser and I are working that out now. Hopefully we can get it settled by the end of the week and my financial aid won't be affected, since I need that money to, like, pay bills with.
I got an email from my Shakespeare professor, who's a member of my thesis committee. The Southern Central Renaissance Conference is happening in New Orleans, March 8-10 (Thursday thru Saturday). Dr Loomis needs volunteers to work registration tables, delegate wrangling (as she put it), and similar things. I volunteered, partially because why not and partially because volunteering for one 4-hour shift means free admission to all the panels. BUT THEN I READ THE MOST AWESOME PART. Attached to that email, she had another request: the Queen Elizabeth I Society will be having their fete+auction (read: yearly party night) that Friday, and they need a tarot reader. So I volunteered as fast as fucking possible, and she joyfully accepted! SO I'M GOING TO BE READING CARDS AT THE QUEEN ELIZABETH I SOCIETY HOLY SHIT. And she wants to pay me for it! I tried to explain to her that just being there was more than enough of a reward, but she insisted, so I'm going to let things rest until March and then argue with her again. Reading tarot cards for a bunch of Renaissance scholars, guys. I'm, like, out of my mind with glee. This is almost too splendiferous for words.
On May 3, I'm trying to lure Laura to New Orleans because Florence+the Machine is playing at JazzFest. Operation Ginger Bribery is a go :P Phase 1 consists of Kevin's fantastic bartending abilities, featuring such favorites as wedding cake martinis and tequila sunrises, as well as my beautiful library which I swear will be clean by then. Phase 2 is where I start talking about glorious sunshine and live oaks and St Charles Ave mansions.
My poetry workshop this semester is taught by the one member of my thesis committee I hadn't taken a class with yet. Tonight I have to recite a poem in front of my class - joke's on my teacher, though, because she let us pick the poems and I've had "To Earthward" memorized for nigh on six years. Overall the class looks like a perfectly good time and I think I'll enjoy it. There is pretty steady homework assigned, but I'm thinking it will be manageable as long as I keep up with it.
I graduate in May. Rough draft of my thesis is due ... Friday. I'm pretty anxious, but I'm also very excited. At least, I'm excited pending getting my financial aid straightened out - I didn't realize I had a minimum enrollment requirement, so my adviser and I are working that out now. Hopefully we can get it settled by the end of the week and my financial aid won't be affected, since I need that money to, like, pay bills with.
I got an email from my Shakespeare professor, who's a member of my thesis committee. The Southern Central Renaissance Conference is happening in New Orleans, March 8-10 (Thursday thru Saturday). Dr Loomis needs volunteers to work registration tables, delegate wrangling (as she put it), and similar things. I volunteered, partially because why not and partially because volunteering for one 4-hour shift means free admission to all the panels. BUT THEN I READ THE MOST AWESOME PART. Attached to that email, she had another request: the Queen Elizabeth I Society will be having their fete+auction (read: yearly party night) that Friday, and they need a tarot reader. So I volunteered as fast as fucking possible, and she joyfully accepted! SO I'M GOING TO BE READING CARDS AT THE QUEEN ELIZABETH I SOCIETY HOLY SHIT. And she wants to pay me for it! I tried to explain to her that just being there was more than enough of a reward, but she insisted, so I'm going to let things rest until March and then argue with her again. Reading tarot cards for a bunch of Renaissance scholars, guys. I'm, like, out of my mind with glee. This is almost too splendiferous for words.
On May 3, I'm trying to lure Laura to New Orleans because Florence+the Machine is playing at JazzFest. Operation Ginger Bribery is a go :P Phase 1 consists of Kevin's fantastic bartending abilities, featuring such favorites as wedding cake martinis and tequila sunrises, as well as my beautiful library which I swear will be clean by then. Phase 2 is where I start talking about glorious sunshine and live oaks and St Charles Ave mansions.