on being 1/6 of the way through grad school...
Fucking computers,
I just finished an extremely thorough journal update in which I catalogued my most-recent ongoings, discussed plans for the x-mas holidays and briefly analyzed my almost-finished first semester of graduate school. Sadly, the entry, which could only be described as a work of unmatched eloquence, was deleted before its posting, thanks to internet explorer 7's spellcheck feature which, once engaged, apparently clears out any and all text that''ve been placed on a website. So, that's that.
Anyway, I handed in all 25-pages of my research paper (which, in terms of content, wasn't nearly as horrible as I thought it would be) on Thursday, an action met with a pat on the back from my professor, who said that he was impressed with my work ethic and that I could count on his recommendation in the future. That sort of made my day. I'm not really used to trying very hard inschool, so it was nice to receive some positive feedback when I actually put forth some effort. If all goes according to plans, I should end up with a 4.0 this semester. So, bully for me, I guess.
Plans for x-mas break are as follows:
12/4-12/15: A heaping load of sitting around, biding my time in Milledgeville, and shopping for x-mas presents. At some point, perhaps the 9th, Karen is hosting a holiday, MFA party at her phemonenal, lakeside house. Aside from that one event, though, these 11 days promise to be pretty lackluster.
12/15-12/23: At some point on the 15th, Nathan, Siegel, McGraw and I will pile into a mid-90's, white Jeep Cherokee and make the 7-hour trek from Milledgeville to Ft. Lauderdale. There, we'll embrak upon a week-long journey through the Carribean, coming to port in the Bahamas and Puerto Rico, just to name a few. Everyone going on the trip, from Matt, who's convinced that this trip will be the greatest experience of our lives, to McGraw, whose barely mentioned the cruise at all, seems to de displaying varying levels of excitement. I guess I'm sort of on the fence. I am, of course, looking forward to traveling, but I honestly think I'd be just as satisfied at the prospect of spending an extra week relaxing in San Antonio. As I've mentioned in several of my more-recent journal entries, it's been too long since my last extended stay, and though trips to my hometown usually end up being less-than-stellar, I can't help but romanticize the notion of lounging about my mother's house.
12/23-12/30: After arriving late on eve of x-mas eve, Michelle and I will be in San Antonio until the eve of New Year's eve. During that short time at home, I hope to eat some delicious mexican/thai food, see a number of old friends, and, above all, take it fucking easy. I should also note here that, after I jokingly asked my mother for a new computer, she agreed to purchase me a black macbook (or, as the kids say, a Blacbook). Obviously, I'm pumped. I've been researching my new laptop and, as far as I can tell, PCs have been thoroughly outmoded by Macs (Just like the commercials imply!). The fact that I'm no longer dependent on my parents' money seems to have really upped the ante on my x-mas gift receivability. I'm fairly certain that I made up that last word.
12/30-1/4: Not too sure what I'll be doing for this last leg of what's tured out to be a very travel-filled x-mas break. Hopefully, everyone will be able to meet up for a night of mayhem in New Orleans as we ring in the new year. What with Michelle getting her own place, though, it should a fun trip either way.
Well, that's about it. I start my second semester of grad school on the seventh--just in time to not watch LSU play for the national championship. I'm really looking forward to the spring, as I'll no longer be bogged down by the soul-crushing drudgery of a literature class. Instead, I'm enrolled in Karen's fiction workshop and a course called teaching creative writing, neither of which will require me to produce the nearly 50 pages of analytical writing that I had to complete in order to get through modern British fiction. Thank God.
No more, baby. No more.
I just finished an extremely thorough journal update in which I catalogued my most-recent ongoings, discussed plans for the x-mas holidays and briefly analyzed my almost-finished first semester of graduate school. Sadly, the entry, which could only be described as a work of unmatched eloquence, was deleted before its posting, thanks to internet explorer 7's spellcheck feature which, once engaged, apparently clears out any and all text that''ve been placed on a website. So, that's that.
Anyway, I handed in all 25-pages of my research paper (which, in terms of content, wasn't nearly as horrible as I thought it would be) on Thursday, an action met with a pat on the back from my professor, who said that he was impressed with my work ethic and that I could count on his recommendation in the future. That sort of made my day. I'm not really used to trying very hard inschool, so it was nice to receive some positive feedback when I actually put forth some effort. If all goes according to plans, I should end up with a 4.0 this semester. So, bully for me, I guess.
Plans for x-mas break are as follows:
12/4-12/15: A heaping load of sitting around, biding my time in Milledgeville, and shopping for x-mas presents. At some point, perhaps the 9th, Karen is hosting a holiday, MFA party at her phemonenal, lakeside house. Aside from that one event, though, these 11 days promise to be pretty lackluster.
12/15-12/23: At some point on the 15th, Nathan, Siegel, McGraw and I will pile into a mid-90's, white Jeep Cherokee and make the 7-hour trek from Milledgeville to Ft. Lauderdale. There, we'll embrak upon a week-long journey through the Carribean, coming to port in the Bahamas and Puerto Rico, just to name a few. Everyone going on the trip, from Matt, who's convinced that this trip will be the greatest experience of our lives, to McGraw, whose barely mentioned the cruise at all, seems to de displaying varying levels of excitement. I guess I'm sort of on the fence. I am, of course, looking forward to traveling, but I honestly think I'd be just as satisfied at the prospect of spending an extra week relaxing in San Antonio. As I've mentioned in several of my more-recent journal entries, it's been too long since my last extended stay, and though trips to my hometown usually end up being less-than-stellar, I can't help but romanticize the notion of lounging about my mother's house.
12/23-12/30: After arriving late on eve of x-mas eve, Michelle and I will be in San Antonio until the eve of New Year's eve. During that short time at home, I hope to eat some delicious mexican/thai food, see a number of old friends, and, above all, take it fucking easy. I should also note here that, after I jokingly asked my mother for a new computer, she agreed to purchase me a black macbook (or, as the kids say, a Blacbook). Obviously, I'm pumped. I've been researching my new laptop and, as far as I can tell, PCs have been thoroughly outmoded by Macs (Just like the commercials imply!). The fact that I'm no longer dependent on my parents' money seems to have really upped the ante on my x-mas gift receivability. I'm fairly certain that I made up that last word.
12/30-1/4: Not too sure what I'll be doing for this last leg of what's tured out to be a very travel-filled x-mas break. Hopefully, everyone will be able to meet up for a night of mayhem in New Orleans as we ring in the new year. What with Michelle getting her own place, though, it should a fun trip either way.
Well, that's about it. I start my second semester of grad school on the seventh--just in time to not watch LSU play for the national championship. I'm really looking forward to the spring, as I'll no longer be bogged down by the soul-crushing drudgery of a literature class. Instead, I'm enrolled in Karen's fiction workshop and a course called teaching creative writing, neither of which will require me to produce the nearly 50 pages of analytical writing that I had to complete in order to get through modern British fiction. Thank God.
No more, baby. No more.