i feel bad for teachers because i distinctly remember my mom bursting into tears once when she was grading papers and she was just mumbling “theyre so goddamn stupid” over and over
every time i read this i laugh a little harder
I wish I had gotten myself to start on work earlier today, but I’ll gladly take what I got. Memoir took longer than I expected, in part because I did some of my own writing (a very good thing) so it looks like I’ll have to pull a marathon for Shakespeare tomorrow evening; I wish I had planned ahead for the fact that there is an induction (something I didn’t know existed)—the play is practically six acts instead of five and I wanted to have had at least up through act III read for Tuesday (even though I’m supposed to have finished the whole play by then).
Not sure which would make the rest of my evening go easier—holding all the tears in or letting them all out. Either way, my productivity for the evening is potentially destroyed (yet again).
I feel so socially inadequate. As of today, I have no group of friends who want to live in an apartment with me. Now, not all of my friends are seeking out apartments, but those who are have already figured out who they want to live with. I have a lot of friends who are rising seniors, but only a couple of them are particularly close to me—the rest I kind of just eat lunch with. The rest of my closer friends are either graduating this semester or are a year younger than me. And those who are a year younger than me have formulated plans without me, and it’s pretty much my fault because my housing indecision and anxiety kept me from making a commitment soon enough.
Now my options are to try to find a group of people (who I might not know but who all know each other) who are looking for a female to fill a single room, try to nab a last-minute spot in Honors housing, or to live on a floor, the last of which I’ve never done before as I’ve always lived in a suite or a house.
I mostly don’t mind not having a kitchen next year. I eat most of my meals in the cafeteria still because I’m either too busy or too depressed or too lazy to cook. (I would miss being able to bake things for people, but it’s not like I’ve done much of that lately either.) But I don’t want to live away from my “friends.” While we’ve grown apart, they haven’t actually shoved me to the ground like my high school “friends” did, and I do appreciate their company when I seek it out. Still, probably the most upsetting part about this is that my social life is headed in the same trajectory as it was four years ago when I was still in high school. I like my time alone, but again, it’s coming at the cost of me being lonely.
I just don’t know
I love Daylight Savings Time (YAY, DAYLIGHT!), but the week before spring break is such a weird and mildly inconvenient time to have to get used to the time change.
Got an A in my Jan Term class. Sweet success :)
Actually tutoring someone for the first time this week. I hope I haven’t been getting rusty for all of these hours worked without appointments.
Just over seven pages later and just before 4 a.m., my Shakespeare paper is complete!
Now to print. And to decide: To writing center or not to writing center? (That is the question…)
Deleting emails and listening to Madonna because Shakespeare paper.
I hate how my Shakespeare paper, according to the assignment sheet, needs to be so driven by authorial intent—I just don’t think authorial intent is that important (particularly with texts that aren’t 100% authored by one guy—Shakespeare, but evolved with a little bit of time due to transcribers, actors, and publishing errors).