You see, as I was reading through my sources for my next paper, I decided I did not feel like writing it at all.
In the past week I have presented on extraordinary rendition and written 10 pages about torture policy. Last night I started my 8 pager on hate crime legislation. Now I'm working on a final essay about witnessing injustices in the West Bank. THIS IS NOT CHRISTMAS.
My roommate and I were so fed up with the general crappiness of these past few weeks that we totally exchanged presents on like, Wednesday. We "wrapped them" in a sweatshirt and a towel. It was awesome. We also like to play music if we're not too focused, which means sometimes I was researching torture memorandums and she was studying fetal pig insides while listening to Christmas music. College, right?
But in general I think I have everything under control. I'm finished with classes. It's unreal because I'm pretty sure I just got here. Just like I just started crew. But somehow it ended up being a gigantic part of my life. One of the best parts, I'd say. It's certainly the sweatiest. Now we don't have practice January.
I have a week until I'm finished with this semester. It's go time. I'm locking down and finishing this stuff.
