Well, snow that felt like God was dumping his Slurpee directly into my face.
This morning I had lovely academic writing. My professor is nice and everything, but that class is seriously mind-numbing. It's a graduation requirement but seriously, I KNOW how to write a thesis statement. If Carballo and Krauchi did anything for me in my IB career, it was teach me how to write a thesis-driven paper. I'm obviously not perfect, and a good part of me knows that a thorough examination of my writing is necessary, but I am a whiner. I really need to know how to edit my papers. It's something I rarely do.
The fact that these blogs often make no sense whatsoever is evidence of that.
After that class I headed up to the Towers dining hall to submit the block housing form with the girls I'll be living with next year. I totally love them, but at this point it's eerie to think about living anywhere but the Boot, and not having Celine Dion, Jason Mraz, or some dance song wafting through the hallways at all times.
We're a weird dorm, but it's awesome.
This weekend will be absurd. I have TWO deadlines and tons of work to get done. How is it Thursday already?
