good, bad, and the nausea inducing
good
Today was the Lit Department party for all the new and returning MA and MFA students and Professors. I was nervous as HELL before it, but I had tons of fun. I haven't had a lot of opportunities to talk with the students in my year or my crit class, and today I did, which was lovely.
My friend John (fellow MFA 1st year) and his wife picked me up too, which was fantastic, since I had no idea how I was going to get my Literary themed desert into DC on public transit without ruining it somehow. We got to the party insanely early, which was both bad and good, because we had the opportunity to scope out the food and the house before everyone else got there.
The 3rd year MFA student who hosted the party is a retired NEURO SURGEON. Who, I guess, one day woke up and was like 'hey, I'm retired and have gobs of money. I think I'll get my MFA!' Which, I mean, good for him and all, but his house was ENORMOUS and full to bursting with original pieces of art and fancy vases. It was weird to have 40 some 20 to 30 year old Indie-Hipster Grad School kids in that sort of house, all picking up plates and forks and staring at them with bulging eyes, shouting, 'oh god it's real CHINA, WHAT THE HELL!' I mean, the man served Steak Tar Tar for god's sake.
Everyone's deserts were really good. I forgot which one actually won the contest. I enjoyed John's Tart of Darkness and Melissa's Agatha Crispie Treats. So yummy and dorky. My friend Phil can't cook, so he brought a bottle of champagne, and ended up drinking most of it himself. Which was mildly hilarious. I told him to eat something, so he picked up a slice of quiche with his hands and ate it. My Shakespeare professor nearly peed herself laughing.
It was fun! My cake didn't get really get eaten, though. So I'll be eating vegan blueberry cake for the next week at least...
ALSO: a week until Mom and Helen invade. YAY! :D
the bad
This last Thursday was a catastrophe. I had a job interview in Bethesda. So I got up, made myself pretty, and took the bus to Bethesda. Only to walk in, explain why I was there to the manager, and have her tell me the position had been filled.
Okay. Phone call would have been nice?
It was raining and I was pitying myself, but I tried to stay positive and walked to the metro in Bethesda to take the train to AU. Usually metro stops in DC have escalators going up and down into the station, but this one only had an escalator up and stairs down. And it was raining. And I was wearing pretty peep toe platform pumps because I thought I needed to impress people.
You can see where I'm going with this.
I slipped and fell forward, which is worse then backward and a helluva lot scarier. I got myself up; NO ONE around me said a damn thing, got myself down to the subway platform and burst into tears.
SIGH.
I managed to collect myself by the time I got to school. I bought some neon bandaids and patched myself back together and just went to class. I didn't really feel it until the next day when I woke up and found I had bruises from mid thigh to my damn ANKLE. Brilliant.
So, on my mother's advice and for the good of my sanity, the job search is on hold. For a week. While I, and my bruised shins and ego, recover.
the nausea inducing
This Shakespeare paper is a BITCH. I had to go in and ask my Professor to clarify the directions of the actual assignment. I do not feel positive about this, at all.
I'm locking myself in the school library on Monday and just...WORKING. Ditto for Wednesday. The paper isn't due until Sunday at noon via blackboard, but my sister and her friends will still be here by then, and I know I won't get shit accomplished from when they and Mom arrive on Friday to when sister leaves on Monday. So. No. I want the paper FINISHED by Friday. So if I need to rewrite anything, they're minor edits and polishing I can do on Saturday into Sunday. Along with my readings for Tuesday. *facepalm*
I also have to have my first story ready for crit on Thursday. It's not getting critiqued until the Thursday after, but I have to hand it out at the end of class on Thursday. I have no idea what I'm handing in yet. I may be swapping off working between Shakespeare and story on Monday and Wednesday.
Still, they both, in general, make me want to vomit. Just...FYI.
Okay, I'm exhausted. I'm crashing. All the sugar from the party is leaving my system and I have work to do tomorrow, just regular readings, so...
~Toni
Today was the Lit Department party for all the new and returning MA and MFA students and Professors. I was nervous as HELL before it, but I had tons of fun. I haven't had a lot of opportunities to talk with the students in my year or my crit class, and today I did, which was lovely.
My friend John (fellow MFA 1st year) and his wife picked me up too, which was fantastic, since I had no idea how I was going to get my Literary themed desert into DC on public transit without ruining it somehow. We got to the party insanely early, which was both bad and good, because we had the opportunity to scope out the food and the house before everyone else got there.
The 3rd year MFA student who hosted the party is a retired NEURO SURGEON. Who, I guess, one day woke up and was like 'hey, I'm retired and have gobs of money. I think I'll get my MFA!' Which, I mean, good for him and all, but his house was ENORMOUS and full to bursting with original pieces of art and fancy vases. It was weird to have 40 some 20 to 30 year old Indie-Hipster Grad School kids in that sort of house, all picking up plates and forks and staring at them with bulging eyes, shouting, 'oh god it's real CHINA, WHAT THE HELL!' I mean, the man served Steak Tar Tar for god's sake.
Everyone's deserts were really good. I forgot which one actually won the contest. I enjoyed John's Tart of Darkness and Melissa's Agatha Crispie Treats. So yummy and dorky. My friend Phil can't cook, so he brought a bottle of champagne, and ended up drinking most of it himself. Which was mildly hilarious. I told him to eat something, so he picked up a slice of quiche with his hands and ate it. My Shakespeare professor nearly peed herself laughing.
It was fun! My cake didn't get really get eaten, though. So I'll be eating vegan blueberry cake for the next week at least...
ALSO: a week until Mom and Helen invade. YAY! :D
the bad
This last Thursday was a catastrophe. I had a job interview in Bethesda. So I got up, made myself pretty, and took the bus to Bethesda. Only to walk in, explain why I was there to the manager, and have her tell me the position had been filled.
Okay. Phone call would have been nice?
It was raining and I was pitying myself, but I tried to stay positive and walked to the metro in Bethesda to take the train to AU. Usually metro stops in DC have escalators going up and down into the station, but this one only had an escalator up and stairs down. And it was raining. And I was wearing pretty peep toe platform pumps because I thought I needed to impress people.
You can see where I'm going with this.
I slipped and fell forward, which is worse then backward and a helluva lot scarier. I got myself up; NO ONE around me said a damn thing, got myself down to the subway platform and burst into tears.
SIGH.
I managed to collect myself by the time I got to school. I bought some neon bandaids and patched myself back together and just went to class. I didn't really feel it until the next day when I woke up and found I had bruises from mid thigh to my damn ANKLE. Brilliant.
So, on my mother's advice and for the good of my sanity, the job search is on hold. For a week. While I, and my bruised shins and ego, recover.
the nausea inducing
This Shakespeare paper is a BITCH. I had to go in and ask my Professor to clarify the directions of the actual assignment. I do not feel positive about this, at all.
I'm locking myself in the school library on Monday and just...WORKING. Ditto for Wednesday. The paper isn't due until Sunday at noon via blackboard, but my sister and her friends will still be here by then, and I know I won't get shit accomplished from when they and Mom arrive on Friday to when sister leaves on Monday. So. No. I want the paper FINISHED by Friday. So if I need to rewrite anything, they're minor edits and polishing I can do on Saturday into Sunday. Along with my readings for Tuesday. *facepalm*
I also have to have my first story ready for crit on Thursday. It's not getting critiqued until the Thursday after, but I have to hand it out at the end of class on Thursday. I have no idea what I'm handing in yet. I may be swapping off working between Shakespeare and story on Monday and Wednesday.
Still, they both, in general, make me want to vomit. Just...FYI.
Okay, I'm exhausted. I'm crashing. All the sugar from the party is leaving my system and I have work to do tomorrow, just regular readings, so...
~Toni