kis·met \ˈkiz-ˌmet, -mət\ - noun; often capitalized
1. fate.
"We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language.
That may be the measure of our lives." - Toni Morrison

"Growing up Southern is a privilege, really. It's more than where you're born; it's an idea and state of mind that seems imparted at birth. It's more than loving fried chicken, sweet tea, football, and country music. It’s being hospitable, devoted to front porches, magnolias, moon pies, coca-cola... and each other. We don't become Southern - we're born that way." - Unknown

17 November 2009

i'll be back soon

I know I've used this before, but it is more applicable now than ever before.
I have a Shakespeare research paper due on Tuesday {before Thanksgiving break} which means that I only have six days to finalize everything about it, and whittle it down to as close to perfection as I can get it before I surrender it to my professor for mutilation.
I have a research paper that I have still yet to write for my Modern British Literature class that is due the day after Thanksgiving break ends {thanks for the great timing, professor}. Even with only one class period left before the break* we still haven't discussed anything about the paper. We've asked; oh, believe me, we've asked, yet received no information. Which means that I will be writing said paper blindly on the plane rides and a little while I'm home, hoping that I'm doing it correctly because all of my time this week is devoted to the a fore mentioned Shakespeare essay. It takes precedence; it's due sooner. I foresee quite a bit of emailing back and forth with my Brit Lit professor.
I am mostly stressed out about these papers because they both require eight to ten pages, and the space of time I have left to work on them is diminishing much quicker than I would like. Haven't they figured out how to suspend time yet? C'mon, someone has got to be close, right? Granted, the assignments are entirely doable; eight to ten pages really isn't that much, but throw two of those bad boys at someone and it's enough to garner a reaction akin to the picture above.
So before I run off and have my affairs with Hamlet, Macbeth, and Oscar Wilde, and bid you, my faithful followers, adieu for the next eight days or so, in the spirit of the season, here is what I am thankful for right now. One: Understanding, kind professors. Two: Starlit, quiet moments up the canyon spent with the one I most enjoy spending time with.
I just realized how lengthy this is, and I apologize. Fare thee well, bloggers. {at least until Thanksgiving}

*Editor's Note:
At BYU, the Tuesday before Thanksgiving break is Friday class instruction, hence no Tuesday/Thursday classes.


Karen said...

Does that mean no more late night dinners? hehehe

Good Luck! See you in SEVEN days!!!
(yes, I read your blog about exclamation points...but I still love them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

lotusgirl said...

I don't understand why the prof can't go ahead and at least give you the assignment for the Brit lit paper. Surely he knows what he wants. If not, he should by now. For crying out loud. That's just mean really to assign a paper for the day after Thanksgiving break and not give you what the assignment is early enough for you to do it beforehand. He may be nice and you may love him. I don't know, but I think that's unprofessional and pretty dang rude.

Karen said... need to come back! I keep clicking on your blog each morning to see what you have to say and then I remember as soon as it comes up...doink ;D

See you in LESS THAN A WEEK!