Hast du etwas Zeit fur mich, singe ich ein Lied fur dich von neunundneunzig Luftballoons...
So I got my Tuesday finals done. Think I did okay on Comp Sci, but I've got enough extra credit (assuming he sorted out the missing programs) that I probably could've not shown up and still got an A in the class. I sat out on the quad for a while eating a Charleston Chew and enjyoing the sun, then took my Shakespeare final, which killed my hand, but at least I wasn't scrambling to conclude my last essay while people were walkign out the door this time. Also, Prof. W said that she likes my Othello paper so much she thinks I should present it at the Student Research Conference next spring. Maud is like "!"
I went by the WC and shot the breeze with Kathy, and also filled out some paperwork. I'll be working in there this summer from 8:30-3:30 Mondays and Fridays and from 12:30-2:30 Tuesday through Thursday. That actually jives quite nicely with the MAC stuff. I need to like, actually think about what I'm doing for that--make a syllabus! Gah, I've got to be crazy! But this summer I at least actually get to do stuff...
So, yeah, am sitting around waiting for Brant to get back from wherever he's hid himself so we can go sell our books back. And waiting for a meteor to smite me dead, because too many good things have been happening lately. (Actually, the meteor may have already hit, but it's only a flesh wound. I'll explain more if circumstances warrent.)
ETA: Nope, not even a flesh wound, just a misunderstanding. ::watched for volcanos::
I went by the WC and shot the breeze with Kathy, and also filled out some paperwork. I'll be working in there this summer from 8:30-3:30 Mondays and Fridays and from 12:30-2:30 Tuesday through Thursday. That actually jives quite nicely with the MAC stuff. I need to like, actually think about what I'm doing for that--make a syllabus! Gah, I've got to be crazy! But this summer I at least actually get to do stuff...
So, yeah, am sitting around waiting for Brant to get back from wherever he's hid himself so we can go sell our books back. And waiting for a meteor to smite me dead, because too many good things have been happening lately. (Actually, the meteor may have already hit, but it's only a flesh wound. I'll explain more if circumstances warrent.)
ETA: Nope, not even a flesh wound, just a misunderstanding. ::watched for volcanos::