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Professor Boucher is about the greatest frenchmen ever...but writing papers for his class makes me want to cry. We have a hunk of our term paper due tomorrow for which I had done plenty of research, but not typed a single word of. granted, it's being graded for being there, not for epic literary value. But still. It's kind of a bitch, and it's infringing on my plans of getting other things done so I can be trashed off mas ass all weekend. :)
I also have two other term papers that I haven't started at all.
The good news about this mess is, in writing rapidly on the France in North America paper, I came to the visual conclusion that I am actually over half-way done writing the rough, which is pretty exciting. Still, six more volumes of Champlain's travel relations to muddle through.
Today: Russian, Andrew time, and more Russian, dinner with my Russian friends, and then editing whatever I spent the last hour BS-ing before fenangling my way through the readings for Religion and Society for tomorrow.
OH! and I'm going to give blood tomorrow afternoon, because I haven't done that in forever.
Thats it really.
I also have two other term papers that I haven't started at all.
The good news about this mess is, in writing rapidly on the France in North America paper, I came to the visual conclusion that I am actually over half-way done writing the rough, which is pretty exciting. Still, six more volumes of Champlain's travel relations to muddle through.
Today: Russian, Andrew time, and more Russian, dinner with my Russian friends, and then editing whatever I spent the last hour BS-ing before fenangling my way through the readings for Religion and Society for tomorrow.
OH! and I'm going to give blood tomorrow afternoon, because I haven't done that in forever.
Thats it really.