It's Andrea Day
Greetings people of Earth.
Today my sister is 27. Weird. Some days I feel like we're still kids...or at least that she is. In celebration, we (Andrea, Graham and I) plan to eat lots of pizza, drink lots of gin, and watch lots of Lost. Lots of Lost...lots of Lost...lots of Lost... hard to say.
I just went to a presentation by a youth librarian (that's young adults, not children) who is just amazing. I've read some really interesting things about young people and literature lately and while I said I wanted to be a youth librarian on my library school applications because I thought it would get me in... I'm actually starting to believe my lies. Huh. Who knew?
I had an incredible day of hating myself yesterday. I hadn't done all of the necessary readings in the course for which I was attempting to write a takehome midterm. A takehome midterm that was due this morning. A takehome midterm that I'd been sitting on for two... count 'em TWO weeks. And one of those weeks was reading week. So of course I was skimming like mad in an attempt to squeeze out two pages per question with sufficient citation. Then Kevin called and I proceeded to explode. I could almost smell my brain smoking and I wanted to stop yelling but couldn't because he had the unfortunate luck of calling me at the very moment when I realized that there was no way in hell I could get the mark I wanted on that damned midterm.
*sigh*
*deep breath*
Things are going much better now though and I'm looking forward to spending an evening with my sister and her husband... strangely enough. It will be cramped in her tiny tiny apartment let me tell you. Perhaps I will... tomorrow...
Today my sister is 27. Weird. Some days I feel like we're still kids...or at least that she is. In celebration, we (Andrea, Graham and I) plan to eat lots of pizza, drink lots of gin, and watch lots of Lost. Lots of Lost...lots of Lost...lots of Lost... hard to say.
I just went to a presentation by a youth librarian (that's young adults, not children) who is just amazing. I've read some really interesting things about young people and literature lately and while I said I wanted to be a youth librarian on my library school applications because I thought it would get me in... I'm actually starting to believe my lies. Huh. Who knew?
I had an incredible day of hating myself yesterday. I hadn't done all of the necessary readings in the course for which I was attempting to write a takehome midterm. A takehome midterm that was due this morning. A takehome midterm that I'd been sitting on for two... count 'em TWO weeks. And one of those weeks was reading week. So of course I was skimming like mad in an attempt to squeeze out two pages per question with sufficient citation. Then Kevin called and I proceeded to explode. I could almost smell my brain smoking and I wanted to stop yelling but couldn't because he had the unfortunate luck of calling me at the very moment when I realized that there was no way in hell I could get the mark I wanted on that damned midterm.
*sigh*
*deep breath*
Things are going much better now though and I'm looking forward to spending an evening with my sister and her husband... strangely enough. It will be cramped in her tiny tiny apartment let me tell you. Perhaps I will... tomorrow...