Monthly Archives: April, 2005

Work Like Mad

1. You have the summer and plenty of money to travel abroad. Where all would you go? Back to Germany to visit Andra, and to other European countries to do the tourist thing: Paris, Spain, Italy. Also maybe somewhere in South America or Africa.
2. What foods would you be sure you got to eat? I’m not much for foreign food. Real Belgian chocolate is fabulous, though.
3. What landmarks would you be sure you got to see? The Eiffel Tower, the Arc de Triomphe, St. Peter’s Basilica, the Louvre. Standard stuff.
4. What airline would you use? I have no idea.
5. Would your knowledge of other languages influence where you went? (i.e. would you be more likely to go to France if you spoke French?) I’d be okay with a tour guide and my standards, “where’s the bathroom?” and “how much does that cost?”, which can be neatly combined into “how much does the bathroom cost?”

On Sunday, six of us crammed into Jimmy’s car on the way back from church. It was so uncomfortable, but absolutely hilarious. Eric had his head titled to the side at this weird angle; I had to close my eyes to keep from laughing. We almost fell out when we finally got around to the Diner. Sunday night was horrible because I had a short story due Monday for my workshop. Of course school is so horrible right now that I had to put it off until the last possible minute. I was up until 3:30, trying to think of something. I wound up laying on the floor talking to Alex, Tom, and Scott about it, but I had nothing.

Since that was such a bust, I had to write the whole story on Monday. I was already in a bad mood, having been so late that morning I had to get my Diner bagel to go and eat it on the way to astro lecture. I zoomed home after women’s studies discussion, and sat to write for the entire time until I had to leave for workshop. (Now that I think about it, I probably could have gone to the computer lab in AA, but I don’t know if that has a printer, and I didn’t have any paper.) I think 75 minutes is my fastest output time ever. Suffice it to say, I don’t like it. I tried to take a new tack on my story from last semester, but I think I wound up half-writing Joan of Arcadia. That has been on my mind a lot, though.

Monday night, I went to Adele’s with Hana, Sara, and Becca. They’re previewing next semester’s menu, so they didn’t have the s’mores sundae I love. I did get a root beer float, though. It was pretty good, but not as much as that sundae. I hope they bring it back next semester.

Tuesday laundry was difficult again. I got there just in time for three washers, but I missed out on dryers. There was only one available, so I stuck all my colors in there and hoped for the best. As bad luck would have it, only about half the load dried, so I had to just cart it back up here for later. I was worried all morning anyway. We had our papers rescheduled for that class, but the revised syllabus said one date and my calendar (from my notes) said another, so I was panicking thinking I wouldn’t have them prepared. She just gave a lecture on postmodernism, though. And after ARHU, I think I kind of understood it. (There’s a photocopied booklet in the study lounge about postmodernism. Might read it if I get a chance.)

So after class, I came back to dry my clothes and eat. We watched a fairly interesting video in my Honors seminar about girl groups of the 50’s and 60’s. I am so behind in that class, and I have a paper outline and a group project next week. Granted, my outline is on Alicia Keys, and the project is on feminist music, but still. I’m me. Nothing school-related is easy this semester.

ARHU went by very quickly and seemed like a great waste of time. We got into pairs to talk about our episodes and get feedback. Meanwhile, our TA graded about three outlines. He’s so bad at getting assignments back to us. I thought the idea of us posting by midnight was meant to give him time during the day on Tuesday to grade them before class. That’s what happened with the first assignment, but not since then. Our “peer editing” felt a lot like busywork so he could grade.

Astro lab wasn’t great. Sebastian and I had finished early last week, which gave me an uneasy feeling. Turns out I was right, and I got another crappy grade. I don’t know why I manage to do so badly in that class. It doesn’t seem hard, but I’m just not getting it. I did get a ride back afterward, though. Then I was up until late doing my longer-than-usual astro homework.

I didn’t have as much reading to cram into my two-hour break on Wednesday, but I somehow still couldn’t manage to finish the chapter. I also didn’t get to read all the workshop stories, so I had to stay quiet during that part of the discussion and try not to look obvious. (I usually talk a lot in that class, so that was not an easy feat.) Lecture was empty, and I was way too tired to stay focused.

Wednesday night was rough. Instead of a regular Sign Language Club meeting, we had this deaf dance group, the Wild Zappers, come to perform for us. It lasted longer than regular meetings do. If I hadn’t wanted so support the club, I wouldn’t have gone. (Sometimes meetings only have eight people there; we were afraid the performance would be the same way, but it wasn’t.) They were really good dancers. If you didn’t know, you could easily think they were just signing along with their dance.

After that, I came back and worked like mad. That’s kind of my new hobby. Sad. I still had to do that paper for my lit class, so I searched for an article and then worked for hours in the study lounge. I gave up once I was too tired to be coherent. I managed to get my last moon observation (yay!), but of course I was totally awake after standing outside in the cold for twenty minutes. (I got a lot of weird looks.) But it was too late to go back and work, so I just went to bed.

I got up early on Thursday as usual. My milk went sour, so my breakfast was kind of ruined. I had to work really fast to be able to finish the paper before class, but I just managed it. Didn’t manage the reading, but it was The Stranger, so I wasn’t as lost as I might have been otherwise. I still felt bad all class, since we were actually supposed to write two five-page papers or one ten-pager, but all I had was one five-pager. I am so hopeless. I found out that she’ll take it Tuesday with no penalty, though. That’s the second late assignment I’ve had. Why is this semester so hard?

We watched a boring video in my Honors seminar that time. The Madonna and Britney project group was in the corner talking the whole time. I probably should have tried to catch up on my notes for that class, but it was dark and noisy. My group arranged to meet on Sunday night to do our project. I volunteered to cart my laptop over to CSPAC when we present.

After class, Greg and I had a lovely IM shouting match. I went to dinner, then to Mr. Maryland with Age, Megha, Christina, and Danielle. We went to support Crazy Mike in the beauty/spirit pageant. It had some highlights. Two guys re-wrote really good Maryland songs. One guy wrote his to the tune of “Kokomo”, and the winner did one like “The Chanukah Song.” When he got to “O.J. Simpson — not a Terp/ but guess who is, the creator of your favorite Muppets, Ernie and Bert,” we all cracked up. Crazy was pretty good, though he flopped during the pickup line contest. They had these foil balloons that spelled “Maryland” as decorations. We stole them when the show was over, but one of the coordinator people stole the L from me. It was cold, but I decided to just let it go. The walk back from the Union was interesting, though. Greg and I shouted some more while I tried to sort out my schedule for next semester, then I went to bed early, which has now come to mean 1AM.

I managed to oversleep by almost fifteen minutes this morning, so not cool. But I moved so fast, I was ready a few minutes early. I ran into Age at the Diner and got to eat my bagel at normal speed. I fell asleep at least twice during astro lecture. After that, I took a very slow walk to the Benjamin building and sat on a bench for a while before my advising appointment.

Okay, so I had decided to switch to elementary education because it’s limited enrollment, so it’d be easier to switch from that to secondary English than the other way around. So I made an advising appointment for elementary. When I got there, I moved from my original person to another. Somehow, she must have thought I said I definitely wanted to switch, so I switched. On my way back to the dorm, I was really confused, ’cause I wasn’t really sure what had just happened. Testudo helped. So, I am now listed as what I think translates to a Secondary English Education and English double major. I know my second advisor typed something about my having had advising, so I thought my registration block was removed, but it’s not. I decided to just keep going with secondary, but I need two more advising appointments. I snagged English on Tuesday morning, but I can’t get into ARHU (the college, not the class) until Friday morning. Two days after my registration time. It only took about five minutes’ delay during registration to get me on two waitlists last semester. I’m not going to get anything I need.

Can I please get a break somewhere?

Insert primal scream here.

Friday Five: Marvelous Music

1. What is the first record/tape/CD that you bought? Aqua’s Aquarium. Yep. I’m not ashamed of it. You all know you can still sing along to “Barbie Girl”.
2. Who is your favorite all time band/singer? I’ve loved *NSync for ages. Aside from “I Thought She Knew,” which gives me a headache through headphones (too much harmony coming at me all at once), I love all their songs. If Justin can just get a smaller head and record with them again, he could be even more successful. Please?
3. What have you been listening to lately? Not much. I study so much, I don’t really get to listen to music. If I do, it’s random compilations of music I own and a few songs I randomly (and totally legally!) downloaded.
4. What is your favorite radio station, what do they play, and where do they broadcast? Usually HOT 99.5, which is like TRL radio. Carson Daly even hosts a weeknight “most requested” show. I also love Z104, which is just outside mainstream, but not totally alternative. I can’t pick it up at school, though; too much static. I used to like MIX 107.3 as well, but when I went home for spring break, I found that they’d changed formats to “a mix of everything” instead of “a mix of the 80’s, 90’s, and today.” In short, that means they plan tons of 70’s music I don’t even recognize, so there goes that one.
5. Can you recommend a good song or CD that everyone should listen to? The Garden State soundtrack is pretty awesome. Very mellow. The Shins is growing on me.

Last Friday night, I went to a party. Shocker, I know. Guy found me working on my independent astro labs and convinced me to do to Danielle’s apartment with Hana and him. I was reluctant, but then I remembered how bored I get all alone, and I’d already watched Joan of Arcadia, so I agreed. We missed the first blue shuttle, so in the long wait for the next one (three oranges went by… the bus, not the fruit) we played an alphabet game. “I’m going on a trip and I’m bringing an apple. I’m going on a trip and I’m bringing an apple and a bear.” It got crazier after that. I should have known; Hana’s closer to falling off the edge than I am, I think. We wound up with Rob Thomas, Trillian (from The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy), a limo, a sailboat, Ortho Tri-Cyclen Lo (the first “o” that popped into my head; I don’t know why, either), a vibrator, a jar, a camel, X (ecstasy), and a bunch of other things. It was one wild imaginary trip.

The party was actually kind of cool. When I go out with friends expressly to have fun, I get this huge adrenaline rush. I can actually be happy. Maybe it was just all the stress evanescing, but I had a good time. There were a ton of people there. Danielle’s ex, Kyle, was a lot like Guy, and therefore cool. I was talking to him and Guy as I finished drinking my iced tea. I always tip soda can s straight up over my head to get the last drop, so when I did that, I got a good look at the ceiling. “Wow, this ceiling is so cool!” I said. Guy and Kyle just stared, then Kyle took my can and said, “Okay, no more Brisk for you,” and we all laughed. It was weird being around people who were drinking and/or had just returned from smoking weed across the hall, but I had fun. Guy drove us home in this girl’s car (she said she was sober, but had been in the weed-smoking room, so she was afraid of getting stopped by the gate guy).

On Sunday, I got up and went to church as usual. Father Bill gives the best homilies. Afterward, I took a slow walk to South Campus for a bagel. I don’t think they have Testudo waffles on that side — I’m going to miss that when I move next year. Then I wasted time outside before finally going to Tydings. I had an induction ceremony for Primannum that day, so I thought I could just go straight there from church, but I just wound up being really early. Luckily, Scott, Annie, and Anne M. showed up after a little while. We got our “goodie bags” and certificates. We were so early, Scott, Anne, and I decided to head back to our dorm to drop off the bags. We met up with Scott’s parents on the way back, and they gave us a ride to our dorm, then back to Tydings. That saved us a lot of walking, so I got to wear my cute shoes. (Considering the size of my feet, it’s a wonder I even own cute shoes. I was eager to wear them.)

In Tydings, we were sorted alphabetically. Scott’s a fellow W, so we went and small-talked with the other W’s. The wait was much more fun that way. When we finally made it over to the chapel, the middle-of-the-alphabet people managed to screw up the order. Really, is it that hard to stay in a line? A very long line, but still. The ceremony itself was long and not that interesting. When it was my turn to say my name and major, I stumbled. I forgot the speakers were pointed out, so I wouldn’t be able to hear my own amplification. First Friday Karaoke threw me off. I made it across the… non-altar… successfully, though. (It was weird being in the same building twice in one day for two very different reasons.) Afterward, my mom and grandma drove me back to the dorm to drop off groceries, then we went to Bennigan’s. The service wasn’t great, but the food was yummy. I even had leftovers — very important when Diner food’s your only other option. Then I came home and worked like mad, having wasted a whole day. I also interviewed my piano teacher for women’s studies. There were technical difficulties, and I had to tape in the stairwell, and it took almost two hours instead of the recommended one. But I did it.

My Monday women’s studies discussion was fun as usual. My TA’s say we’re they’re favorite section. We have just enough to say that we can actually discuss the chapter, but then we just chat. We usually talk about our weekends. By “we”, I mean “everyone else,” really, since my weekends are usually so boring. Workshop was not as good. She didn’t give us enough time to read the stories and comment before we broke into groups, so we didn’t have as much time to discuss. I got a curved 99 on my astro test, though — yay! If only I could do so well on my homeworks. They count more. Everwood finally came off hiatus. Ephram reacted really badly to finding out about the baby, which is totally understandable. It’ll be interesting to see where they go with this, especially since May sweeps are upon us.

Tuesday had its yucky moments. I managed to cram in The Metamorphosis before lit, which was a welcome change. I followed discussion, though I didn’t contribute. I have two papers (or one long one) due on Thursday for that class. (Insert primal scream here.) Once again, I didn’t manage to read for my honors seminar. It showed, though, because no one else read, either. Buffy class sucked, too. We had to submit preliminary proposals for our screenplays. I had zero ideas. I finally went with Joan of Arcadia, since I’ve been loving that show so much lately. It may be too much for me, though, since I have to write God. (Insert additional primal scream.) Could turn out well, though. Maybe. I don’t know. After we went through proposals, we discussed our TA’s article on strategic marginalization of race on The WB and UPN. It led to this really long, heated debate, which I stayed for but did not participate in. Yeah, I’ve always sucked at wild discussion like that. Then I went to dinner, then astro lab. Lab was okay; got back early-ish. I wanted so much to be at Room Selection, but I trusted that Maura would proxy well. And she did: I’m moving next semester to a dorm that apparently has carpeting (ooh) as well as a/c (ahh). One of our closets might be smaller than the other, but eh.

Wednesday was blah, too. Workshop wasn’t much better, since we had short stories that time. There is definitely not enough time to read and comment on two short stories for discussion — and she’d planned to do three! Then, I had to face defeat in women’s studies. The paper for my interview project was due, and I hadn’t had the time to work on it. I had to arrange to turn it in late. On my way home, I finally bought a Terp hoodie. I wanted to get one that said “Fear the Turtle” with my coupon, but they didn’t have it in my size, so I got another. Then I came home and worked.

I spent Thursday morning doing my laundry, since I had to skip it on Tuesday laundry day. No quarters. Then I attempted to do my reading. Why do I even bother anymore? I’m only slightly more prepared than if I hadn’t read at all. Turns out most of the class didn’t read, either, so lit sucked extra. I also attempted to my music history reading during my downtime. Didn’t finish that, either. And I got held up cooking lunch. Our microwave has been broken for about two weeks. I called 4-WORK, but apparently they’re too busy turning on the a/c to fix our microwave. Okay, 4-WORK, you suck. Our outlets are still out, too. I went to Chipotle with Greg for dinner, which was just as yummy as last time (… ’cause I had the same thing.) ER came off hiatus, too, but I couldn’t find Alex, so I watched it alone.

I came back to the dorm after astro lecture on Friday, took my computer to the study lounge, and worked like mad on my women’s studies paper. I finished around one o’clock, printed, and walked it all the way to Woods, then came back and packed to go home. My great-grandmother died Sunday, and my grandma asked me to read her letter to her mother at the funeral this morning. I didn’t really want to go, but I did anyway. So my dad drove me home, I ate Ramen, did some homework, and then had Papa John’s. (Is it weird that I eat Ramen only when I go home?) Then I watched tv, including the season finale of Joan. It was so creepy. I really hope it gets renewed next season (that and American Dreams — why are all my shows getting cancelled?). I also intend to get the Season One DVD’s from somewhere. I’d buy them, but I’m cheap and I don’t believe in tv on DVD. After Joan, I went to fix my family’s computer. I actually went to check my email, but since they finally got DSL (so much yay!), I decided to do them a favor. I downloaded Firefox, McAfee VirusScan, and Spybot Search & Destroy, all of which I use. I scanned the hard drive, too, finding a total of 300 problems. Three hundred. What could Courtney possibly be downloading? It was late by then, so I ironed and went to bed.

I got up super-early to get ready for the funeral today. I felt cheated, since it involved a lot of waiting at the church. And I missed breakfast. The mass was nice, though. I got to ride in a funeral procession for the second time, and found out that not only can they run red lights, you’re supposed to put on your emergency flashers when driving in them so other cars will know to stop for you. We came back home for my mom’s lemon cake, then went to my grandma’s house. The food was good; I brought some back with me for dinner. I was bored like I always am at family gatherings. My dad took me back to our house, I packed, and came back here. It started drizzling on the way up, which turned into a full-blown storm a little while ago.

And now I am going to eat grandma food and go work like mad… again. Grr. Argh.

I Declare

Friday Five
1. How often do you get sick? Not very often at all (knock on wood), so when I do get sick, I get irritated, too.
2. Do you take a lot of over the counter medicine? I take Aleve for everything except colds. It works for cramps, random muscle aches, headaches… just about anything that hurts.
3. Have you ever been in the hospital for an extended period of time? Nope. I’ve had two outpatient surgeries, though. My mom and grandma have this story of me getting a really high fever as an infant, but of course I don’t remember it.
4. Are there any diseases that run in your family? Myopia (bad eyesight), diabetes, and hypertension (high blood pressure).
5. What is the best remedy for the common cold? Sleep. When I’m sick, I wind up taking naps and going to bed early. Moms also help.

Joan wasn’t as good last Friday as the one before. Boo. I think I might actually have to rent the first season DVDs when they come out next month. I’m still too cheap to buy tv on DVD, but I want to see what I missed of the show.

This week sucked, just like all the others before it. I had to look up the workshop story again, since our copies were missing a page. I actually found the book this time, though. It was a really nicely bound anthology. I guess that’s what you get in a library with seven floors and like three million books.

Had to speed-read for lit again, A Doll’s House this time. (Someday, I am going to finish Madame Bovary.) I got the gist of it, but I think I was pretty silent in class again. I got my paper back in my honors seminar — I got an A! I was so pleased, since working on that paper practically killed me. I will never procrastinate that much on a research paper again. Even with my bystander intervention paper for psyc last semester, I started four days before it was due. Not fabulous, but it was so much easier to manage. Of course, I have four credits more of work now, so I have less time, period. We watched our last assigned episode in Buffy class this week. We’re going to watch “Once More, With Feeling” (the musical) and “Chosen” (the series finale) later in the semester, and we’ll get free pizza (yay for free food), but they’re not assignments to analyze or anything. Now, I need a topic for my screenplay. I don’t know if I can do Buffy… I might try American Dreams, though. The whole series is a social issue. Astro lab was fine; we finished early again. I did have to stay up really late doing my astro homework, though. I was so tired, I managed to get different answers every time I checked my equations. I changed an eight to a three for the long problem, though, so I know I got that wrong. Bleargh.

We had a really good workshop on Wednesday. Our TA was frustrated with the long pauses and lack of discussion when she led, so she broke us up into small groups to workshop our prose poems and flash fiction. It was the best class we’ve had so far. It felt like my honors seminar last semester. I hope we continue to do that with the student writing. I got my women’s studies midterm back: another A. Ugh. I get good grades, but the stress I go through to get there… it doesn’t seem like it’s worth it anymore. All my work through high school didn’t get me the full scholarship I wanted. I’m not planning on grad school, so I’m really only working now to keep the money I got. There has to be a better way to do this college thing.

Sign Language Club was kind of cool. Crazy Mike (yes, we call him that; we have three Mikes) and Age showed up after I got there, so I had walking buddies coming back. We had another guest speaker, this time from the Center for ASL Literacy at Gallaudet. He was deaf, with no cochlear implant — I think that’s the first real deaf person I’ve ever tried to interact with. He pointed out that, since he’s deaf, he sleeps soundly every night. Nothing ever wakes him up.

We didn’t have reading for lit on Thursday — you have no idea how happy I was — but I almost fell asleep in class. There’s something about that class… I don’t know why I have such a hard time with it. I shouldn’t have even been sleepy, since I managed to oversleep by an hour. I wake up at the same time every day, though, so I was okay. (Last semester, I woke up at the same time every day to keep my body clock straight. This semester, I do it because I have so much work, I have to get up early to cram it in right before class.) Music history was kind of a whirlwind. She covered everything in the book that we’ll need for the final, so I have a ton of reading to do. After the horror of the first test (so not expecting an A on that one… or even a B), I’ll have to really study for the final. I also realized that our group presentations are really soon. Mine’s on feminist music, which should be really fun, but ack! More work! Group work — I hate group projects! I can collaborate fine, but long-term work like that… I prefer to rely on myself.

After my honors seminar, I went to Shoemaker for career counseling. I made a four-year plan last semester, and according to that, I have to pick a major this semester. There’s only so much flexibility between elementary and secondary. This semester, my English classes double-count, but there’s no room for any more of those. If I want to fulfill my requirement and (maybe) only have to do one summer or winter, I have to decide my major before I register on May 4. That worried me, so I made an appointment and wound up talking to Grace. I think my real fear is that I’ll make a choice and be locked into it for the next three years. If I choose one and then want the other, I won’t be able to switch and graduate in any kind of realistic time frame. And what if I graduate and then realize I don’t want to teach? Will I have the skills for any other kind of career? There’s also my issues with public speaking, and my frustration with dealing with kids with attitudes. It’s such a big thing. As soon as I started looking at the education requirements, I knew that whole “you don’t have to declare until the end of your sophomore year” line was crap. If you wait that long, it’s probably going to take at least five years to graduate, unless you do winters and summers, like, every year.

I spent at least three hours, probably four, studying for my astro test this morning. I did fairly well on the last test, but it was hard. Afterward, my professor admitted she writes hard tests. She had to curve ours fourteen points. You think that’d lead her to write slightly easier tests, but I don’t know. This one didn’t seem as bad. Maybe I studied better. There was one question I blanked on, though. I think I reasoned enough for partial credit, or at least I hope I did.

After my test, I went to see Greg. We broke up almost four months ago. But our relationship was built so strong that we can’t be apart. He couldn’t keep up his resolution to never speak to me again. I can’t not talk to him, anyway. We’ve essentially been having variations of the same argument for four months. My going back to church has only complicated things. Greg hasn’t been Catholic-friendly since a bad experience in elementary school. I don’t think I should have to hide my faith, and I won’t push it on him, but it is part of my life. I’m not sure what’s going to happen with us.

After lunch, I went to another HH open house info session. This time, Maggie, Tom, and Jimmy were there with me. The group had a lot of questions, though, so it went much better than some of the other ones I’ve done. It always seems like the parents ask all the questions, though. If the kids (“kids”, like I’m so old) are alone, they’ll ask questions, but usually it’s dominated by parents. Maggie, Jimmy, and I went to the Campus Co-op afterward, then back home.

And once again, I manage to do absolutely no work on a Friday. I’d thought I would use my Fridays for getting work done, but that pretty much never happens. Sigh. I suppose I’ll manage.

A Sense of Peace

Friday Five
1. What is the one book that you reread over and over again? I haven’t reread in a long time. I think I’ve been through all the Harry Potter books except OotP three times, though.
2. What is your favorite genre? Young adult fiction.
3. Do you usually buy your books or visit the library? I usually buy. Getting them from the library forces me to read in three weeks, rather than just having it around when I want it. I do like having the library as an option though, even though at school, we just have, like, two million reference books.
4. Who is your favorite author? I like Cynthia Voigt and Lois Lowry. And Meg Cabot, since All-American Girl was good, too, not just The Princess Diaries.
5. What book have you read that you absolutely hated? I remember this one book, Robyn’s Journal or something. I think it was about a girl with cancer… something terminal. I just got so bored I had to stop reading it. That doesn’t happen often; I usually pick good books for myself, and I can deal with school reading.

The Faux Paz a cappella show was good. They sang “Iris”. I was glad I went, especially afterward. Ali invited me to go down to First Fridays karaoke, so I did. I had so much fun! I sang “Everywhere” and “Thank You”. It was yucky and rainy out, and I didn’t get back until after midnight, but it was great. I’m upset I haven’t been going all semester; there’s only one First Friday left. Boo. Ah, well. I’ll have my chance again next month. Joan of Arcadia sounded really good (from the recap), but I had so much fun at karaoke. Real live friends are better than tv.

I studied all weekend. Such is my life. I had three assignments due Monday, though, so I had to work on them. I did my astro homework, wrote a review of The Handmaid’s Tale (though mine was more of an essay… I think that’s what she wanted… hard to write a five-page review), and wrote flash fiction for my workshop. I’ve done fifty-five fiction before, which is a story in exactly fifty-five words. Flash fiction is under a page, or 100-1000 words. Mine was 150. I think it might be too short, actually, but I had something to turn in, and I was pleased.

Tuesday wasn’t horrible. I didn’t finish my lit reading, but I’m beginning to think that’s inevitable. We watched a video in my Honors seminar. Buffy class was fine. We’re nearing the end of watching Buffy, boo, but I’ve enjoyed it. Our assignment this week is to write a plot outline for an original episode, which is kind of terrifying. What am I going to do? Open houses at the observatory are on the 5th and 20th every month, so we stayed in the CSS building for astro lab. It was so nice to not have to rush from Buffy class to dinner to the shuttle to lab. It was also nice to be back by 9:00. Unfortunately, it was one of the first warm, clear Tuesdays we’ve had, so we probably missed a great observing night so the general public could be out there. Boo.

On Wednesday, my workshop TA was wearing a shirt that said “we are the misfits”. Anyone else remember Jem? I was so excited when I figured it out. Half the class didn’t show up, though, which is not the first time this semester. They deserve the grades they get. About half of my women’s studies lecture was out, too, but it was a beautiful day. I haven’t seen so many people lying, sitting, and running around on McKeldin Mall in a very long time. I took Adrienne (a floormate) with me to Sign Club. She had fun, which is good. I’m not super-enthusiastic about Sign Club, but it’s my only activity, and I intend to keep up with it.

I almost finished my lit reading for Thursday. It was a play, and I had to read the last act when I got to class, but I basically got through it. Nothing to contribute to discussion, though. We had a guest speaker in music history, the woman who co-produced Tuesday’s video about the women’s music movement. She had lots of performance clips, which was fun: Aretha Franklin, Madonna, Queen Latifah. I spent the evening studying, as per usual.

I went to visit Greg after astro lecture today. We’re not doing so great. I talked to him for a few hours this afternoon. Our minds just aren’t in the same place. We want different things. He already stopped talking to me, then initiated talking again without any prodding from me. He always said that if we ever broke up, he’d have to hate me. That might be true.

After I left Commons, I went to the funeral mass for Pope John Paul II, who died Saturday. It was a nice mass, with… guest priests. One had a cool accent. I’m wearing my Catholic Terps t-shirt now, which I got to wear today. It’s too big, but I did what I could. Going to church made me feel better after hashing it out with Greg. It brings me peace. I’m glad I went back. It’s complicated my relationship with Greg, but I don’t regret any of my decisions.

Also, I got a card from Niki in the mail today! Niki wins the prize for best snail-mail sender ever. I love getting real mail. Email is awesome, but there’s something about a tangible letter that you can keep without printing. Yay.

My Week, Ruined by School

Friday Five
1) What’s the one movie you’ve seen more times than any other? I think Pleasantville. Before I got it on DVD for Christmas two years ago, I watched it every time it was on tv, and it was on USA a lot.

2) If you could turn one book, comic book, or other print story into a feature-length movie, what story would you pick and why? Turning books into movies is a tricky business. Not every book makes a good movie, and the book is always better, anyway. I’m going with The Princess Diaries, Volume III: Princess in Love. It was the second-best I’ve read, and I hate how Disney destroyed the story in the original and the sequel. The original movie was good, though.

3) Whom would you cast? Everyone that was in the first one.

4) What one movie would you like to see “updated for the year 2005”? (i.e., a remake) I don’t watch many old movies. Can I suggest Buffy, the Vampire Slayer, but a tv-based movie, not a sequel in the strict sense of the word.

5) What one movie are you most looking forward to this year? There’s too many potentially good ones coming out. The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Star Wars Episode III — basically anything big-budget for the next couple of months. Whether I’ll get to see any of them remains to be seen.

Saturday night, I went to church with my family for Easter Vigil. It was a really long mass. We started in complete darkness, with only candles as light. The lectors used little flashlights for the first reading. Gradually, we went to full light, with bells ringing during the Gloria. I’ve never been to Easter Vigil mass before; it was nice. My dad was baptized, received communion for the first time, and was confirmed. (For adults, they do it all at once. They’ve had time to study intently, so they’re ready to run the whole initiation sacrament trinity.) He’d gone to the whole Holy Week Tridium, so he was all church-heavy. Afterwards, we went to IHOP — so much yum! We didn’t get home until around 10:30.

Sunday was pretty empty. I got up late, then went to my grandma’s house for dinner. I packed and my dad drove me back to school.

Getting out of bed Monday was so hard. I had finally managed to catch up on sleep, then waking up just shy of 7 screwed me up again. Class was manageable. My workshop was half-empty, which means I got to be in the later group for our short stories. Missing Everwood. What happened when Ephram found out? Kill the suspense already — who cares about Summerland?

Tuesday, as per usual, lasted for about a week. I didn’t manage to finish Madame Bovary before lit, but I read enough to follow the discussion. Then lunch while I frantically studied for my music history midterm. It wasn’t enough. The test was excruciating. I’m hoping for a very low B. Why is school giving me such crap lately? Buffy class was good. I’ve been making an effort to contribute in that class. I try to do it in lit, too, but I can barely finish the readings, let alone have enough understanding for an analytical discussion. After Buffy class viewing, I went to dinner with a bunch of floormates. I love eating with people. Astro lab was uncomfortable, as usual. I did find out that I’m averaging an 88, even having failed one lab. My group always seems to be the last ones outside. For that failed lab, we quit and went inside because we were complete popsicles. We were out so long on Tuesday that we had to catch the last shuttle back.

On Wednesday, I found out that my workshop participation grade is an A+. At least something’s going right. I also found out that a floormate, Maura, also got into the dorm where I’m planning to move next year. (I omit that and my current dorm because security isn’t that great, and I’m not willing to be stalked.) We’re going to try to get in together, though it might not work out. Sign Club was fun. There’s one deaf undergraduate in all of UMD, Anna. She came and told us about her life, what it’s like to be deaf in a hearing world. She was born hearing and has a cochlear implant, so she can hear and speak. She’s Brazilian, so she speaks Portugese with her family, understands English, and signs. She has an interpreter for classes, and she dances ballet and works with deaf theater. People like her make the rest of us feel so ignorant. Thankfully, it’s in an “I should try to improve” way, not an “I suck” way.

I never did finish Madame Bovary, so lit hurt on Thursday. Especially since I got up early to read. Music history wasn’t great, either. Our professor is convalescing, so her husband came to lecture on German composers. I hadn’t done the reading, but I don’t think it showed. I rushed to the Union after class, barely making the Metro shuttle. I had to reapply for the scholarship I won last year, and of course stupid school pushed it until yesterday, the due date. After picking up my recommendation midday and buying mediocre postcards in the bookstore, I was just glad to be on my way to the post office. Dan and… I don’t acutally know the other guy’s name… were headed there, too. That was a stroke of luck, since I wasn’t totally sure how to get from the bus bay to the post office. We got there, though, and I mailed my letter just in time for the last collection. Of course, that good luck had to be countered by bad luck. I got my new-dorm acceptance letter weeks ago, but it just occurred to me that it’s on a Tuesday night. The ONE night I CANNOT go. I might have to find a proxy, which sucks so much. Also, I might not even be able to room with Maura, because returning people get first choice as to where to live. If there’s half-occupied doubles, I’ll have to settle for that or take the dorm HH is moving to.

Today, I went to visit Greg after class. I went to look for a sweatshirt in the bookstore, since I had time to kill. Don’t give me that look. I’ve had a $10 coupon since August, and I’ve been meaning to get a “Fear the Turtle” hoodie. They only had huge sizes, though, and there were a million potential frosh in there. I helped with the HH session at today’s open house. By “helped”, I mean “introduced myself and talked about my Keystone project.” I’ve been on the computer since then, except for dinner. I really need to work on Fridays. I’m going to an a cappella show in a few minutes. It was that for a dollar or Joan of Arcadia like a hermit — and Television Without Pity won’t recap the a cappella.

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