Running Off Peppermint Tea and Copies of Exams
Here I am again, at uni--at Goethe-Universität's Café Rotunde, to be exact. I just finished copying exams for Dr. Jonas, the professor I work for. She is currently in Boston for the summer. We both thought it risky to send the originals directly to her for fear of having them get lost in the mail. The copies are now on their way to Boston, in time for her to start grading next week. Oh, did I mention that ordeal took me 1.5 hours?!
So anyways, now I am at Café Rotunde, procrastinating before I get down to business. I have officially decided that peppermint tea is my new addiction...again. I used to inhale the stuff when I was younger. I'm rather enjoying imbibing it. Well, I guess it's not an addiction. Fuck. I'm not addicted to anything. How uncool.
Going to finish reading The Great Gatsby today so that I can move on to academic literature and draw true parallels between Jay Gatsby and the concept known as American Adam. I just cannot wait to start writing. Once I commence writing, nothing can stop me. I'm in a zone where I know exactly what I need and want to write about, whilst still adeptly inserting the appropriate citations here and there. Reading academic literature expunges any motivation I have to write. If all term papers are concerned with is the rephrasing and reiterating of what has already been said by academics over and over, I do not see where I come in. Or the relevance of such a biased assignment at that.
Anyhow, time for concentrated reading. Hm, I propose calling that SSR, just like in school. Silent sustained reading. Ha. God, I miss high school.
So anyways, now I am at Café Rotunde, procrastinating before I get down to business. I have officially decided that peppermint tea is my new addiction...again. I used to inhale the stuff when I was younger. I'm rather enjoying imbibing it. Well, I guess it's not an addiction. Fuck. I'm not addicted to anything. How uncool.
Going to finish reading The Great Gatsby today so that I can move on to academic literature and draw true parallels between Jay Gatsby and the concept known as American Adam. I just cannot wait to start writing. Once I commence writing, nothing can stop me. I'm in a zone where I know exactly what I need and want to write about, whilst still adeptly inserting the appropriate citations here and there. Reading academic literature expunges any motivation I have to write. If all term papers are concerned with is the rephrasing and reiterating of what has already been said by academics over and over, I do not see where I come in. Or the relevance of such a biased assignment at that.
Anyhow, time for concentrated reading. Hm, I propose calling that SSR, just like in school. Silent sustained reading. Ha. God, I miss high school.