So yeah. Not done with that paper yet. Have I even started? NO. The biggest mistake I made was in taking a course on something I had no foundational background in. I am going to try and pull a B out of my ass, but I suspect it might not be even close to possible (only because I clearly don’t know what I am talking about). I did get an A- as my final grade in the other class. My dad called me and asked me if I was proud. I’m not, because I could have earned an A if I hadn’t missed 4 classes (I’ve been a little stressed over the semester for obvious reasons).

This paper that hasn’t even been born yet is the only thing I am being graded on. It’s only 10-15 pages. But I really cannot write baloney. Part of me wants to write about literature as God since Levinas and Attridge and Derrida seem to be obsessed with this ultimate Other. I hate this class only because I don’t understand it. Sometimes I am on the verge of stringing concepts together and then it’s POOF! gone. But I also love the class because I don’t understand it. This is not the case with everything. I hated calculus in high school and still don’t love it.

Work is work is work is work. I cannot wait to go to Colorado soon. It’s less than a month away and almost 2 weeks snowbound. YES!

I need some sunlight to work in too. Working in the coffin of the winter world makes me want to cry.

I’ve decided I’m going to be someone. Someone who changes things. What things you ask? Not diapers, that’s for sure. But I am starting to figure it out. Happy Friday is coming soon….