Proctor Library makes me feel dirty
There are, roughly, five and a half weeks of school left, and here's a quick rundown of what I need to do before the end:
One American Lit. II essay, the second draft, even though he wanted about twenty-six. I don't have time for twenty-six. He gets two.
One Western Civ. II book review/response on Primo Levi's Survival in Auschwitz. I've been wanting to read this for a while; I just need to buy it.
One Southern Lit. "Living Literature Initiative" paper, meaning that I need to read Cabell's The Fatted Calf, write about it, and write about his life in St. Augustine. Oh and present it. And I was told to go to the historical society but that shit ain't happening.
Two Advanced Expository papers: one 6-8 page paper without outside research; one 10-12 page paper with outside research. I've already decided I'm writing on A Streetcar Named Desire, now I just have to do it.
One resume for Advanced Expository, which I just need to revise since I typed one up for my Cummer application.
And five finals, two presentations of the papers.
Three of the papers above are due March 31, April 1, and April 2; (in)conveniently, the week after Spring Break. I will be in DC longer than Spring Break. This is going to suck.
So I have the rest of March, kind of, to do a shitload of work. This week was the beginning of hell. Between work and class, I was left with very little time. I've worked on papers on breaks, typing frantically just to get it done. I read Faulkner's The Bear, which I hated, in between a 30-minute nap and dinner. Winnie had her surgery today, so two hours were spent going to Elkton, picking her up, and bringing her home. She's in a lot of pain, and my mom's relying on my help, but I just don't have the time or ability to drop everything and take care of everyone else. I'm doing what I can, but it's getting rough.
So tomorrow I'm on call, which means I will be working on one of the above papers. I'm thinking the American Lit. one? I wrote on Alice Walker's Everyday Use, and I'm having a friend edit it tomorrow. The professor wanted tutorial drafts to look over, and I can understand about 50% of his handwriting, so I'll be working off of that. My dad comes home Friday, and my general rule of thumb is no homework on Fridays. I do it all week; I need one night off. I'm hoping a game night won't happen Sunday, mostly because I don't have five hours to spend playing Jenga and Cranium, as much as I love them. The five days I'll be gone are stressing me out and I need to get everything done before I leave.
In other school news, I have registration/pre-registration (that makes Flagler really indecisive-sounding) coming up. All my classes are mapped out--only 8 left!--and I just need to figure out what is offered in the fall and sign up. My advisor hasn't gotten back to me about an appointment, but I have his class in the morning, so I'll be talking to him then. The end is so close: I'm lining up jobs and trying to find places to live and I'm tying up loose ends. But it's still another summer, birthday, two semi-annual sales, holiday season, and spring break away.
What's going on outside of school? Not much. Work. Winnie. I'm looking into adopting a kitty or puppy, one I can call my own since Maisy quickly became my mother's little girl. The puppy I really wanted was adopted before I could get her, so once I get some money I'll go to the Humane Society and start checking it out. Right now I need to pay my bills and later I'll focus on things I want. My mom's birthday is also coming up. I don't know what to buy her, but it has to be special to make up for the Coach purse I got her for Christmas that she didn't like.
In body news, the mountain on my left hand is irritating me (because I need to get it removed and I'm not) and I think my boobs are bigger. Not a fan.
April is coming, people. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. Next week is the 10th week of 14 at school. I'm getting there. It'll be done soon.
em
One American Lit. II essay, the second draft, even though he wanted about twenty-six. I don't have time for twenty-six. He gets two.
One Western Civ. II book review/response on Primo Levi's Survival in Auschwitz. I've been wanting to read this for a while; I just need to buy it.
One Southern Lit. "Living Literature Initiative" paper, meaning that I need to read Cabell's The Fatted Calf, write about it, and write about his life in St. Augustine. Oh and present it. And I was told to go to the historical society but that shit ain't happening.
Two Advanced Expository papers: one 6-8 page paper without outside research; one 10-12 page paper with outside research. I've already decided I'm writing on A Streetcar Named Desire, now I just have to do it.
One resume for Advanced Expository, which I just need to revise since I typed one up for my Cummer application.
And five finals, two presentations of the papers.
Three of the papers above are due March 31, April 1, and April 2; (in)conveniently, the week after Spring Break. I will be in DC longer than Spring Break. This is going to suck.
So I have the rest of March, kind of, to do a shitload of work. This week was the beginning of hell. Between work and class, I was left with very little time. I've worked on papers on breaks, typing frantically just to get it done. I read Faulkner's The Bear, which I hated, in between a 30-minute nap and dinner. Winnie had her surgery today, so two hours were spent going to Elkton, picking her up, and bringing her home. She's in a lot of pain, and my mom's relying on my help, but I just don't have the time or ability to drop everything and take care of everyone else. I'm doing what I can, but it's getting rough.
So tomorrow I'm on call, which means I will be working on one of the above papers. I'm thinking the American Lit. one? I wrote on Alice Walker's Everyday Use, and I'm having a friend edit it tomorrow. The professor wanted tutorial drafts to look over, and I can understand about 50% of his handwriting, so I'll be working off of that. My dad comes home Friday, and my general rule of thumb is no homework on Fridays. I do it all week; I need one night off. I'm hoping a game night won't happen Sunday, mostly because I don't have five hours to spend playing Jenga and Cranium, as much as I love them. The five days I'll be gone are stressing me out and I need to get everything done before I leave.
In other school news, I have registration/pre-registration (that makes Flagler really indecisive-sounding) coming up. All my classes are mapped out--only 8 left!--and I just need to figure out what is offered in the fall and sign up. My advisor hasn't gotten back to me about an appointment, but I have his class in the morning, so I'll be talking to him then. The end is so close: I'm lining up jobs and trying to find places to live and I'm tying up loose ends. But it's still another summer, birthday, two semi-annual sales, holiday season, and spring break away.
What's going on outside of school? Not much. Work. Winnie. I'm looking into adopting a kitty or puppy, one I can call my own since Maisy quickly became my mother's little girl. The puppy I really wanted was adopted before I could get her, so once I get some money I'll go to the Humane Society and start checking it out. Right now I need to pay my bills and later I'll focus on things I want. My mom's birthday is also coming up. I don't know what to buy her, but it has to be special to make up for the Coach purse I got her for Christmas that she didn't like.
In body news, the mountain on my left hand is irritating me (because I need to get it removed and I'm not) and I think my boobs are bigger. Not a fan.
April is coming, people. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. Next week is the 10th week of 14 at school. I'm getting there. It'll be done soon.
em