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DV Paper is done!
Feb. 7th, 2003 11:25 amand only 23 hours late. I'm soooo glad I was able to get that extension. I'll do another post to update on yesterday, but first I'm doing my happy dance and getting some tea.
*happy dance*
*happy dance*
Feb. 7th, 2003
Thursday was one of those down-up days. I woke up early (6am) with the sore throat of death and a sore thumb, neither of which responded to their respective morning tonics (hot ginger lemonade for the throat, anti-inflammatories and exercise for the thumb). I needed to get some articles read before class. Settling in to read the most important one (because I had nothing read for that class) I find out that the copy I had been given only had every other page. In problem-solving mode I threw on clothes, hopped a bus and hauled ass to school. The library opens at 8am, giving me enough time to find the book, copy what I need, read it and make it to class. I got to the library, I found the book (15 minute search for the last copy), go to check it out on the self-checkout machines...and it won’t scan. Since it’s now 8:45 I have to stand around for 15 minutes until a library staff member will do it for me. It’s okay because I get the book, get to class and get some reading done.
I don’t say much in class. I’m sick, miserable, and stupid feeling. Luckily we were spared the new format of random questioning (termed “no pain, no gain” by Stafford) because no one showed up to the (rescheduled) Wednesday seminars. Honestly several people intimidate me in that class and I have to force myself to speak, it’s too easy to just let them blather on and soak it in. I do ask one question though, which is termed “a good question” and keeps Stafford amused for the last 10 minutes of seminar. Go me! My next seminar is Governance and it goes pretty well. A few missing bodies, but we have some nice discussion. I make a good point and I get to have a nice chat with Rebecca (my fellow Eastern Europeanist) after class about the Geertz article we read for class, but didn’t cover in seminar. Somehow I end up going to lunch with Dan and Tom, sitting around and BSing about the US, UK, anthro, music, and everything else. Later on Rebecca joins us, which is good fun.
After that I head home, catching the bus just as it pulls up, thus not having to wait. Oddest thing, my contact popped out on the way home. Luckily I was almost home at the time, but it made for an interesting walk from the bus stop to home
I got home to the best news ever. My package from my mother arrived. I’ve been waiting for it for a week (she mailed it back in mid-December) and it contained my birthday pressies (I’ve given up trying to convince my parents that I don’t need pressies, I lose). Now I thought I was getting a box with 2 CDs and maybe some random chocolate. Wrong. I got a good sized shoe-box filled with:
* 2 small stuffed monkeys
* 2 pairs of monkey socks
* Frangos
* Reese's Fast Breaks
* Smoked salmon
* Power Bars
* 2 CDs (8 Mile Soundtrack and Audioslave’s Cochise)
The packing peanuts for this lot of goodness was... Reese's Peanut Butter cups (har, har). My mother, one of those who believe chocolate is a better packing material than newspaper. :) It was a marvelous treat, and the CDs provided inspiration, as I was not allowed to listen to them until after the paper was written.
Most of the evening was spent trying to write my paper. Somewhere in there I chatted on AIM and ate dinner, but it’s all rather foggy now.
*looks at page* Wow, long day. It’s been a long morning; I’m going to have a nap before ballet. Have a good one.
I don’t say much in class. I’m sick, miserable, and stupid feeling. Luckily we were spared the new format of random questioning (termed “no pain, no gain” by Stafford) because no one showed up to the (rescheduled) Wednesday seminars. Honestly several people intimidate me in that class and I have to force myself to speak, it’s too easy to just let them blather on and soak it in. I do ask one question though, which is termed “a good question” and keeps Stafford amused for the last 10 minutes of seminar. Go me! My next seminar is Governance and it goes pretty well. A few missing bodies, but we have some nice discussion. I make a good point and I get to have a nice chat with Rebecca (my fellow Eastern Europeanist) after class about the Geertz article we read for class, but didn’t cover in seminar. Somehow I end up going to lunch with Dan and Tom, sitting around and BSing about the US, UK, anthro, music, and everything else. Later on Rebecca joins us, which is good fun.
After that I head home, catching the bus just as it pulls up, thus not having to wait. Oddest thing, my contact popped out on the way home. Luckily I was almost home at the time, but it made for an interesting walk from the bus stop to home
I got home to the best news ever. My package from my mother arrived. I’ve been waiting for it for a week (she mailed it back in mid-December) and it contained my birthday pressies (I’ve given up trying to convince my parents that I don’t need pressies, I lose). Now I thought I was getting a box with 2 CDs and maybe some random chocolate. Wrong. I got a good sized shoe-box filled with:
* 2 small stuffed monkeys
* 2 pairs of monkey socks
* Frangos
* Reese's Fast Breaks
* Smoked salmon
* Power Bars
* 2 CDs (8 Mile Soundtrack and Audioslave’s Cochise)
The packing peanuts for this lot of goodness was... Reese's Peanut Butter cups (har, har). My mother, one of those who believe chocolate is a better packing material than newspaper. :) It was a marvelous treat, and the CDs provided inspiration, as I was not allowed to listen to them until after the paper was written.
Most of the evening was spent trying to write my paper. Somewhere in there I chatted on AIM and ate dinner, but it’s all rather foggy now.
*looks at page* Wow, long day. It’s been a long morning; I’m going to have a nap before ballet. Have a good one.
