really excited
Ideas just won't stop pouring in..from...somewhere...
I'm past the "facts", long past the Introduction (oh yeah, I posted it on here), and on to the Theoretical Influences section. I've already got more words than my entire Epic Poetry paper, so I'm afraid I might pass the mark Argyros assigned. Well, I really mean that I'm hopeful I'll pass it. It's almost midnight and my last day of class is tomorrow. I really wish the ower hadn't gone out, becuase I would have been at such a different spot in the writing of this essay...I've got a lot of energy left--mental energy--but I'm physically tired and worn out, and so I'll have to surrender soon and prepare for an EXTREMELY LONG MONDAY. I'll be on campus by 8:45 a.m., and won't be leaving the city of Richardson until after 10:00.
"Weekends, I prefer the Weekends!"
The small sliver of hopeful expectation that I might possibly receive my graded Epic paper back tomorrow afternoon is almost too exciting to entertain.......I'm anxious and eager and all other emotions in between the two.
I'm also thrilled that I've been writing nonstop about the JM Berlin. I never thought that I'd be at this point in my academic career already: where I'm so enraptured by certain texts--visual or verbal--that I'm composing my thoughts for my Master's Portfolio Papers and, in some respects, I'm even writing them this semester.
I can hear the Bailey Booler from the other room, sleeping in his house; the high-powered whizzing of Gina's new (new for her) laptop continues to break the silence during the few times I stop typing to drink the coffee she's made me or leave the room for another diet coke.
And that's the life of this grad student. Everything changes at the end of this week though; then it's just me and Soliday's paper for a whole month and a half.
Goodnight World
-BW
I'm past the "facts", long past the Introduction (oh yeah, I posted it on here), and on to the Theoretical Influences section. I've already got more words than my entire Epic Poetry paper, so I'm afraid I might pass the mark Argyros assigned. Well, I really mean that I'm hopeful I'll pass it. It's almost midnight and my last day of class is tomorrow. I really wish the ower hadn't gone out, becuase I would have been at such a different spot in the writing of this essay...I've got a lot of energy left--mental energy--but I'm physically tired and worn out, and so I'll have to surrender soon and prepare for an EXTREMELY LONG MONDAY. I'll be on campus by 8:45 a.m., and won't be leaving the city of Richardson until after 10:00.
"Weekends, I prefer the Weekends!"
The small sliver of hopeful expectation that I might possibly receive my graded Epic paper back tomorrow afternoon is almost too exciting to entertain.......I'm anxious and eager and all other emotions in between the two.
I'm also thrilled that I've been writing nonstop about the JM Berlin. I never thought that I'd be at this point in my academic career already: where I'm so enraptured by certain texts--visual or verbal--that I'm composing my thoughts for my Master's Portfolio Papers and, in some respects, I'm even writing them this semester.
I can hear the Bailey Booler from the other room, sleeping in his house; the high-powered whizzing of Gina's new (new for her) laptop continues to break the silence during the few times I stop typing to drink the coffee she's made me or leave the room for another diet coke.
And that's the life of this grad student. Everything changes at the end of this week though; then it's just me and Soliday's paper for a whole month and a half.
Goodnight World
-BW
posted by bwremington at
9:53 PM
