November 8, 2011...
Nothing serious to report this week, or from last week, for that matter. I had some schoolwork to do and I did it. Most of it, at least, there’s a pressing Art History paper due next week that I have yet to start on, but that’ll change tomorrow. All goes well, I might get to stay in the museum on Friday to research further. That’s not to say that everything was fine last week. As the first week of November, it became my first test of endurance and ability, if I was truly capable of starting an assignment and finishing it within a week or two weeks, instead of having another all-nighter. It may be a college tradition to pull off the all-nighters, and drink obscene amounts of caffeine to do it, but I’m simply not capable doing that since I usually pass out on cue at 10 or 11pm. Also, realizing the all-nighter is the only thing holding my grades from improving is another incentive to get procrastination out of my system. I read once that it takes 21 days to fully break a habit. Seems as though I’ve got some work to do. Saturday was a depressing day, and it was all my fault, of course. I invited someone who I was interested in to help me study for an Art History exam, and when she arrived and realized I didn’t have any actual questions about the exam, she got understandably upset. Of course, it took two days to rationalize her reaction as anything other than bitter hatred. I can safely say that the hours following the awkward meeting were various. I felt like a pregnant woman whose emotions kept switching unexpectedly: first from sadness to anger to understanding to humorous to bitter to vengeful to spiteful to rational and so on and so forth. I saw her yesterday and when she decided to talk to me, despite running a few minutes late to class, I knew I had overthought the whole situation. A huge lesson was learned this week, one that, since rejection is as natural a part of life as hunting, will help me improve my understanding of others. Maybe.
November 15, 2011...
Thanksgiving is a wonderful time
of the year. It’s one of the few holidays that most schools accept as a
day worthy enough to have classes closed for. It works out well for the
working student as he can forget about his failed Chemistry quiz for one
second, and think about what actually matters: family, and being the
one who breaks off more of the wishbone. After this especially difficult
semester, it’ll be wonderful coming back to LA for a few days. I’m kind
of disappointed, however, that I will be bringing work back with me so
that I can stay ahead of the curve. But on the first day, Wednesday,
college and responsibility will not exist, and for good reason. It’ll be
wonderful seeing my family again. Until it happens, I can only
speculate on the amount of wonder those four days may or may not have.
I’ve found it unusual that on the first day I saw snow falling from the
sky, and landing on the ground, I was probably the most wide-eyed,
child-like student that night. I have seen snow before but never from
the beginning of the snowfall. It was a beautiful sight. And then
there’s school, which will continue to be a part of my life for a few
more days, but boy, are those days packed! SAGES final draft, math exam,
Art History paper, Philosophy realization. It seems to me that school
wants to make Thanksgiving break a well deserved 4 days of rest, but I’m
probably not the only one who’s made that connection. Either way, it’s
gonna be a difficult battle, but with Thanksgiving break this close to
happening, we’re going to see if it’ll be a triumphant march back home.
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