There Is Little Time
A week from this Friday is May 1st. We want to have a place by May 1st, because it would be easier than May 15th. I still have to call two more places by then. We really liked this last place we looked at, but the only hang-up is two people would have to bunk up (not me. Luckily, being a woman is handy.) which isn’t always the greatest, though there would be two family room areas in the house.
Most importantly, I don’t want to write this sculpture paper!
And even worse is I have a test on Tuesday that is for a more important class, but this paper is my final grade! I don’t like this. I just want to read this book that I have been reading instead. So, I will read part of it to make me happy.
But, because of the business of this week, I feel that next week will be quite alright. Actually, I have an Othello paper for next week, but I think I will rent it on Wednesday to get some of the reading time out of the way. Seeing a Shakespeare play performed is so much easier than trying to read it, I tell you.
I sign up for classes tomorrow. Fall semester will have the stupidest schedule ever, but at least halfway through will have Friday off. I will need to deal with a class in the middle of the day meanwhile.
Having to put minimum of 20 vocabulary words that were learned in class (and underlining them!) is a stupid paper requirement. This makes me feel like a middle-schooler instead of a college student. What a bull-shit class this is sometimes.
