I’ve an endless amount of reading and writing to do this weekend. Tonight and tomorrow will be my days of relaxation while every other day will be a long and painful process. Here’s what I have to do:
- Read The Dialectic of Sex and write a two page response. I’m doing very poorly in understanding/caring about this book. Unfortunately this will be the most difficult book we read this semester; fortunately this will be the most difficult book we read this semester.
- Read seven chapters from Art of Colonial Latin America. Thankfully, nothing needs to be written.
- Work on German assignments from school book and personal books as well. Try to understand as much of it as possible, which will not be a lot.
- Read four art journal articles and start my first draft/section one (five pages) of my thesis.
- Catch up on Incas readings since I just got my book, which is around 100 pages?
- Work on anthropology assignments and get notes from someone.
It doesn’t seem like that much written down, but I might as well be reading a novel at this point. This is the semester to really hone in on my time management skills. I really am terrible at that sort of thing and have gotten excellent at working last minute. This semester is different though. This is my last one and I have to make straight A’s to make up for all the other BS I put myself through these past five years.
I guess this is my first 15 minute break for the day. Time to get back to reading.
So I guess the universe has decided to stop spitting in my face with thick, “I just slept for 12 hours” saliva. After being told that I wouldn’t graduate this semester, my life has pretty much been in shambles for two days. I managed to get into the class I needed a week after every other class started. With the professor that pretty much ruined my life last semester. I’m definitely being dramatic for the sake of entertainment. I keep having dreams I’m wearing ties and that girl is there and I want to strangle her with that tie, but then I wake up to nothing and it’s back to reality where I’m being drowned by paper cuts and books and stress. My stomach always hurts and I think there is an ulcer in it, but at least I don’t have 12:30 classes on Mondays and Wednesdays anymore. I can get work done before my one class in the late afternoon and sleep late, but that will never happen because lately I’ve been waking up before the sun does, restless and wide awake. I have a meeting at 10:00 with my professor about my thesis. I don’t know what I’m going to do for that paper. I don’t know how I’m going to do anything this remaining year. Where is 1-1-11? How do you completely cut yourself off from everything and concentrate on things that are important for you but don’t matter to you in the slightest?
