somehow, somewhere, I WILL get around to writing a proper entry. Possibly this weekend. Maybe ( Read more... )

and am currently writing my very first syllabus.

I feel like someone should take a picture--except that it would probably have to be more like a movie, since I'm rather slow at all this, despite the fact that I have my mentor-professor's to model my own upon.

I wish to state for the record that I absolutely loathe and despise all writing assignments that are described by word count rather than a number of pages.

Loathe and despise.

Is it possible to develop an OCD in relation to one's word-count checker?

Today has been a good day.

I have just finished reading Virginia Woolf's A Room of One's Own, and really? If it wasn't for the fact that I ought to be getting along to bed so I can get up in the morning and go to class to discuss it, I would seriously consider sitting back down again to re-read it.

*Contemplates anthology with quiet awe.*

This--this ( Read more... )

Hallelujah.

45,000+.

So we're coming up on the end of the work week (or in my case, academic week) in a few hours, and honestly I shall be extremely pleased when it is over. Nothing extremely bad happened--but then again, there really wasn't anything good about it either ( Read more... )

I now realize that I left the vast majority of my notes regarding the sp at home. Huh. Good thing I'll be going there soon, eh? :-)

These past few days have been rather trying. On Saturday we began the official tally, and so far the numbers are not in my favor ( Read more... )

To strive, to seek, to find and not to yield.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Ulysses

Actually, I can't quite believe that it's already Thursday. I'm not ready for it to be Thursday. My schedule won't let it be Thursday yet either, and we all know better than to upset the schedule. Bad things happen. Plagues. Hailstones. Locasts. (Yeah, okay, it would be a little difficult for bugs to make it up this far north in February, but ( Read more... )