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Was in Minneapolis for the weekend, visiting with J's friends who I don't particularly care for. But we got to go shopping and see tall buildings and eat at actual restaurants that don't make me want to cry from missing the east coast. All in all, not a bad weekend. And now I'm heading into a weekend where I have too much schoolwork to do and definitely not enough hours in which to do it, especially since I've wasted nearly every night this week and plan to continue in that same trajectory even though it can only lead to my ruin.
Yesterday I spent six hours at the library working on a presentation for class, only to find out later that the professor had changed what my presentation should be about, and that now I need to start all over. Oh, and also that the first assignment - a pedagogical packet about a poet (chosen from a list she gave out, of course) with annotated bibliography, examples of poetry, bio, etc. - will be excruciatingly fun for me, as the poet I've chosen has probably only written ONE POEM in her entire career. She's written in other genres, but I'm supposed to focus specifically on the poetry. The professor and I shared a nice laugh in her office this afternoon about that, except totally not. I really like this class and the prof, I just really don't have time for this right now.
Things I've recently realized about myself: I actually like pre-19th century American prose. I'm a sucker for a well-told tale, even if the author is a manipulative bastard. I really like noodle kugel with raisins. I hate office hours when students don't show up, even though they really need the extra help. I am not looking forward to the coming ice storm.
Yesterday I spent six hours at the library working on a presentation for class, only to find out later that the professor had changed what my presentation should be about, and that now I need to start all over. Oh, and also that the first assignment - a pedagogical packet about a poet (chosen from a list she gave out, of course) with annotated bibliography, examples of poetry, bio, etc. - will be excruciatingly fun for me, as the poet I've chosen has probably only written ONE POEM in her entire career. She's written in other genres, but I'm supposed to focus specifically on the poetry. The professor and I shared a nice laugh in her office this afternoon about that, except totally not. I really like this class and the prof, I just really don't have time for this right now.
Things I've recently realized about myself: I actually like pre-19th century American prose. I'm a sucker for a well-told tale, even if the author is a manipulative bastard. I really like noodle kugel with raisins. I hate office hours when students don't show up, even though they really need the extra help. I am not looking forward to the coming ice storm.