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Day 247: Survival of the fittest
Dec. 9th, 2005 03:29 pmOr perhaps it is just survival of those who managed to not throw up in terror. But the good news is - I made it through my presentations today. For those of us in American Lit...well, Rodney might be an academic elitist snob, but at least he knows that of which he speaks. Between him and me we carried the majority of the presentation, nevermind the fact that I analyzed the poetry for all of the other speakers. Del was a little sleep-deprived and delirious, so she laughed more than anyone else - though perhaps she was the only one who knew what was going on.
Last night - well, I didn't think I could do it, but I got those godforsaken Calland worksheets done. Twenty two of them in all. And we even managed to play some Magic, scare Alex with the prospect of snogging (which really can't legitimately be done unless one of the snoggers is, in fact, British or of that sort of descent), and even watch us some Final Fantasy Ten. All was going fine and dandy with the worksheets until Del knocked on my door this morning and told me that we needed twenty four minimum instead of twenty two, so I scrambled and did one more, but I've more or less settled for getting an A- in that class, and am beyond caring. Critical methods was much more important and more work and I will be lucky to get a B out of that class.
Apart from feeling terribly guilty for more or less abandoning Nick at the doctor's office in order to do my symposium, and feeling weird vibes from all that went down at lunch - Rodney's new haircut, his bribery by way of Irish creme truffles, and Mandy trying to avoid Barry and other such weirdness, I am feeling relieved. I still have a load of work ahead of me, but I can now get to it without going down in fits of terror.
Only Professor Cook showed up to the panel discussions, and Seirra was kind enough to stick around as moral support, but I was terrified all the same. Mucho thanks to Del and Rowsdower for listening to the very dry run of my speech the night before, because I really think I did all right. Plus I timed myself and didn't fly into a panic when Petersen said that time was up. So I may have gone a little under - I managed to answer all my questions well enough, and that's what counts. Quality over quantity, man.
Maybe we shall be seeing us some Narnia tonight as well.
Have I mentioned that I love my boyfriend very much? Maybe one day soon I'll be brave and tell him so.
Ja.
Last night - well, I didn't think I could do it, but I got those godforsaken Calland worksheets done. Twenty two of them in all. And we even managed to play some Magic, scare Alex with the prospect of snogging (which really can't legitimately be done unless one of the snoggers is, in fact, British or of that sort of descent), and even watch us some Final Fantasy Ten. All was going fine and dandy with the worksheets until Del knocked on my door this morning and told me that we needed twenty four minimum instead of twenty two, so I scrambled and did one more, but I've more or less settled for getting an A- in that class, and am beyond caring. Critical methods was much more important and more work and I will be lucky to get a B out of that class.
Apart from feeling terribly guilty for more or less abandoning Nick at the doctor's office in order to do my symposium, and feeling weird vibes from all that went down at lunch - Rodney's new haircut, his bribery by way of Irish creme truffles, and Mandy trying to avoid Barry and other such weirdness, I am feeling relieved. I still have a load of work ahead of me, but I can now get to it without going down in fits of terror.
Only Professor Cook showed up to the panel discussions, and Seirra was kind enough to stick around as moral support, but I was terrified all the same. Mucho thanks to Del and Rowsdower for listening to the very dry run of my speech the night before, because I really think I did all right. Plus I timed myself and didn't fly into a panic when Petersen said that time was up. So I may have gone a little under - I managed to answer all my questions well enough, and that's what counts. Quality over quantity, man.
Maybe we shall be seeing us some Narnia tonight as well.
Have I mentioned that I love my boyfriend very much? Maybe one day soon I'll be brave and tell him so.
Ja.
