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Homestretch Finals are o-vah. Shakespeare ended up being a surprise - Dr. C threw us a total curveball for one of the essays. We were all convinced that the two big essays would be on the balance of power between fathers and children (we were right) and on the nature motif that runs throughout all three plays (we were so, so wrong). He only mentioned "nature" about every five seconds, so it was easy to see why we were thrown. Curses. Foiled again. The second essay was on fate and free will and God's justice and stuff, and I think I did okay on it even if it was a surprise. I certainly don't want to repeat the error of last year's final with Dr. C (in Modern European Lit) when I apparently came to the exam asleep and ended up getting a C minus. Brit Lit was harder; I took much longer to write it this time than I did for the midterm. I've been getting very little sleep and losing power last night really threw me and I'm afraid I rambled. Only time will tell. Dr. V likes us to be very concise and I was nowhere near as concise as I usually am. This, after I handed in a second paper to him with no thesis statement. The hell? I had Lit Studies; I know what a thesis statement is. What is my major malfunction? Now I only have my Seminar paper to worry about, and worry I am. This is the only class I'm really, really worried about not getting an A in (I know, poor baby, I might get a B - but I've never gotten a B in an English class). My short papers are A, A, B+. I'm expanding the B+ paper from four pages to 8-10 pages. Dr. Joe has given me two sets of comments on it so far, and I am so stressed out it's not even remotely amusing. I am having the worst time in the world fitting critical comments into this paper, and one of his comments was it doesn't really reach the level of critical sophistication that I usually expect from you. Then he asked, Don't you hate the fact that you've raised my expectations? Yes. Yes I do. But seriously - I want this paper to be good; he's going to not only grade it but look at it with the knowledge that I plan to use it for my grad school admissions package. The last thing I want to do is have to spend the summer revising this paper. I like Sherman Alexie, but if I'm going to do studying this summer, it's going to be for two reasons: A) because the Literature in English GRE Subject Test scares the crap out of me, and B) I miss my Romantics and I have a second journal to start. So this paper needs to shape up, and it needs to shape up by 10:30 Thursday morning (which is when I have to leave to hand it in). So why, you ask, am I writing a journal entry instead of working on the paper? (Because I'm a senior, I guess.) After the Brit Lit final (what - did you think I was going to stop avoiding that paper? Ye of little faith) I stopped at David's Bridal, because I am a psychopath who has decided less than five weeks before her wedding that she's not sure about her wedding dress. Because I have so much time to go shopping again. I didn't want to get caught in rush hour, though, so I stopped to "kill some time" (ha). And strangely enough, I may have found something. The dress I have, you may remember, is this dress, but in ice blue. And I still love it - but I just have this paranoia that it looks like a prom gown. I know deep down it doesn't, the girls love it, my mom loves it, but there's an uncertainty there. The very first dress I ever saw and loved was this. I never got to try it on, because the David's Bridal I went to was out of that top piece, and I forgot about it. I saw it again today, and finally got to try it on. I love it. I think the color is lovely on me. I like that my back is covered and don't mind that my shoulders aren't. It makes my waist look even teenier than the blue one does. So I'm not sure what's going to happen. I'm going back to try it on again tomorrow. If they have a decent return policy, I will buy it and bring it home so I can get a second opinion from another female. Or I may just buy it because I love it. I'm undecided. Feel free to email me your opinions. After the dress trying-on (during which the salespeople were zero help - it was Jessica McClintock all over again) I went to the mall, bought Greg some shorts and a shirt, picked up Chinese food (chicken chow fun, moo shu pork, fried dumplings), went home, and ate while watching Buffy and 24. And now, after successfully stalling for a very long time, I'm going to work on the damn paper. Grrr. |