[Edit: I started writing this post before I left this morning; before I saw what had happened while I was sleeping. This video accurately represents how I feel about that "annoying, icy, frozen water stuff" that is now all over the place.]
And I digress.
I finished my paper about The Winter's Tale and will turn it in very soon. (Huzzah). Indeed, I'm happy I no longer have to worry about it. Time to move on to other papers now. Last night, at midnight, I registered for classes for next semester. It was an oddly liberating feeling because it was the last time I'm ever going to do that. That's right, folks. I am so close to graduating I can hardly stand it. The lucky classes that will round out my college career are as follows:
:: one final religion class ::
:: Contemporary Literary Criticism ::
:: Studies in Women's Literature ::
:: Classic American Detective Fiction ::
Sounds fun, no? The best part is that it's only eleven credit hours, so it'll feel like a breeze.