we are part of everything
This week was a little stressful, which i didn't realize until I actually stopped to think about it. A lot of this most likely due to the fact that I started going to sleep at 2 and 3 AM again, which may seem early to some, but does not provide me with enough unconsciousness when I have to get up for 9 AM Class. Damn. Still, I managed to get a lot done-- I ran two successful events back to back (one for Meiklejohning, one for ADPhi Rush), am on the way to forging excellent relationships with my professors and classmates, and I'm writing, finally! Plus, after a week of gray, the sun is out, the sky is blue, it's beautiful and so are you. No, really, it is.
Last night I wrote a 1,600 word piece for the Indy (that's 6 pages double-spaced for those of you who tend to measure everything in double-spaced pages, like me) in essential 4-5 hours. I can't tell you what a great feeling that was. In the past week, I have probably opened upwards of 20-30 Word documents and almost certainly written more than I have in a year. It is so nice to feel like a writer, more than in just the theoretical sense.
I talked with the history concentration advisor on Tuesday, which was really heartening. Apparently, if I took just one more modern history class, 2 pre-modern classes, and a seminar, I'd be done with my major, which means I could finish next semester if I really wanted to. I don't think I want to do that, though there is some appeal in trying to double major in the Nonfiction Writing Program in English, but I really want to do an Honors thesis and I've taken virtually no literature classes (other than the two introductory Comp Lit ones last year.) I'd rather keep taking all the history classes that interest me, keep taking Spanish (and thus keep the idea of a semester abroad open), and take 1-2 writing classes a semester. No need to bog myself down with requirements that won't make me happy.
Sara Mann and I have taken to taking long walks together several times a week, which is excellent, because it allows for exercise and for us to socialize instead of just existing alongside each other. I couldn't ask for a better roommate. Come to think of it, I really couldn't ask for better friends.
I have given up bitterness for Lent and I think it's already started to help a lot. Feeling obligated to be positive is actually helpful. Who would have thought?
I never realized that "Dear Prudence" has this amazing staccato bassline. It's hardly noticeable if you're not listening to the song with headphones. Awesome.
Last night I wrote a 1,600 word piece for the Indy (that's 6 pages double-spaced for those of you who tend to measure everything in double-spaced pages, like me) in essential 4-5 hours. I can't tell you what a great feeling that was. In the past week, I have probably opened upwards of 20-30 Word documents and almost certainly written more than I have in a year. It is so nice to feel like a writer, more than in just the theoretical sense.
I talked with the history concentration advisor on Tuesday, which was really heartening. Apparently, if I took just one more modern history class, 2 pre-modern classes, and a seminar, I'd be done with my major, which means I could finish next semester if I really wanted to. I don't think I want to do that, though there is some appeal in trying to double major in the Nonfiction Writing Program in English, but I really want to do an Honors thesis and I've taken virtually no literature classes (other than the two introductory Comp Lit ones last year.) I'd rather keep taking all the history classes that interest me, keep taking Spanish (and thus keep the idea of a semester abroad open), and take 1-2 writing classes a semester. No need to bog myself down with requirements that won't make me happy.
Sara Mann and I have taken to taking long walks together several times a week, which is excellent, because it allows for exercise and for us to socialize instead of just existing alongside each other. I couldn't ask for a better roommate. Come to think of it, I really couldn't ask for better friends.
I have given up bitterness for Lent and I think it's already started to help a lot. Feeling obligated to be positive is actually helpful. Who would have thought?
I never realized that "Dear Prudence" has this amazing staccato bassline. It's hardly noticeable if you're not listening to the song with headphones. Awesome.