It's ice-ing again. Started as sleet, turned to snow by the time I came back from dropping off books for K. Now I think it's back to the rattle of sleet.
Five classes this semester. I'm done done done with two of them; no final for Performance Lab, and took the Stage & Lighting Tech final at SEVEN FREAKIN' FORTY-FIVE Friday morning. I think I did pretty well on it, too; probably around 85%. Probably a high B or low A for the year. I am happy. I also turned in my Beckett paper Friday, so Script Analysis is basically done; I still have to show up for class on Monday during final time, but it won't be anything serious, just getting the finals back and evaluations and such. So. . . I fear the Geography final on Monday at SEVEN FREAKIN' FORTY-FIVE in the morning, and I fear the Le Guin paper that is currently engaged in kicking my ass. And I need to finish up the Shakespeare paper from spring before the semester completely ends. It'll be a busy week.
My Xmas presents are all wrapped. Go me. And, despite my inability to get to the Post Office in a timely fashion, I am so not spending $50 to mail them to Arkansas this year.
I think that taking another fiction class in spring will be good for me. I don't want to associate writing solely with papers, and I'm kind of afraid that that's what I've been doing, since my LJ entries have been sparse of late. And while I enjoy writing short (4-6 page) papers, anything requiring much more focus and forethought really turns me off. The life of a grad student is clearly not for me. *sigh* Scratch one more career choice.
(Fiction writing, the way I've been doing it, doesn't require so much forethought. I just sit down, find a situation or a couple of characters, and start writing, and plan ahead only as far as absolutely necessary.)
Five classes this semester. I'm done done done with two of them; no final for Performance Lab, and took the Stage & Lighting Tech final at SEVEN FREAKIN' FORTY-FIVE Friday morning. I think I did pretty well on it, too; probably around 85%. Probably a high B or low A for the year. I am happy. I also turned in my Beckett paper Friday, so Script Analysis is basically done; I still have to show up for class on Monday during final time, but it won't be anything serious, just getting the finals back and evaluations and such. So. . . I fear the Geography final on Monday at SEVEN FREAKIN' FORTY-FIVE in the morning, and I fear the Le Guin paper that is currently engaged in kicking my ass. And I need to finish up the Shakespeare paper from spring before the semester completely ends. It'll be a busy week.
My Xmas presents are all wrapped. Go me. And, despite my inability to get to the Post Office in a timely fashion, I am so not spending $50 to mail them to Arkansas this year.
I think that taking another fiction class in spring will be good for me. I don't want to associate writing solely with papers, and I'm kind of afraid that that's what I've been doing, since my LJ entries have been sparse of late. And while I enjoy writing short (4-6 page) papers, anything requiring much more focus and forethought really turns me off. The life of a grad student is clearly not for me. *sigh* Scratch one more career choice.
(Fiction writing, the way I've been doing it, doesn't require so much forethought. I just sit down, find a situation or a couple of characters, and start writing, and plan ahead only as far as absolutely necessary.)
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