The Science Journal Reading Room is on the third floor of the Undergraduate Library (AKA, the UGLi) and the walls that face the Diag are made of windows. We are sitting next to the windows and the sun is a bit warm. Ok, that's a lie. It's still too early in the day for the sun to be shining into these windows, I suppose.
I have spent more time in the library within the last few weeks than I have in all of my undergraduate career, perhaps with exceptions of when I take about ten years to find the books I want in the Graduate Library. There's something about that whole 828 floor (that's fiction for those of you not as nerdy and/or cheap as me). I still find it a bit funny that I only now begin to show some semblance of the ability to study and it's the last few weeks of my college career. Oh, yes, of course I'll have that one class in the spring, but that's not that big a deal--you know? It's going to be about Pulitzer Prize Winners and I've already read at least two of the books.
I still haven't finished my final paper for my Faulkner class--I'm working on that right now, if I can ever focus. Yesterday, I finished three novels: Middlesex (you should read it), Lives of Girls and Women (you should read this one also) and The Known World (once again, read this--but just be weary that it is a bit like Faulkner, but much easier to read).
Thursday, David Sedaris made me promise that I would start smoking again when I turned down smoking with him. I don't know what I was doing and/or thinking (that's right, I wasn't thinking, I was too busy thinking: holyfuckingshit this is DAVID SEDARIS that i'm standing next to--don't say anything stupid!). If David Sedaris asks you if you want to smoke, you go smoke. You don't say, Oh, I quit. You magically unquit and go force yourself to inhale.
Beside that, he also made me promise that I'd come back from Brasil pregnant. I told him I wasn't sure on that one, but, if I do, I'll be sure to come back smoking and pregnant. He even enscribed that in the book I gave to my stepmom's. She got a kick out of it, my dad didn't.
I don't know why it's so hard for me to write this paper. I could talk about it for about five years, but for some reason I don't want to put it down in print. Really, I just need to give a synopsis of Imitation of Life (1934) and Pinky(1949), then say why Faulkner isn't against biracial peeps, but that he was giving a social commentary.
Then I need to finish White Noise and Housekeeping for the exam on Monday. I also need to watch some movies tonight: Nueba Yol, El Super, Nuyorican Dream and Maruja. I'm not so concerned about Maruja because I feel like it's going to be the same as Imitation of Life and/or Pinky, but just in Spanish.
So. Here goes. Maybe I'll stop looking out the window and watching everyone stumble into the library with that killer hangover and start writing this paper instead.
So it goes, right?
I have spent more time in the library within the last few weeks than I have in all of my undergraduate career, perhaps with exceptions of when I take about ten years to find the books I want in the Graduate Library. There's something about that whole 828 floor (that's fiction for those of you not as nerdy and/or cheap as me). I still find it a bit funny that I only now begin to show some semblance of the ability to study and it's the last few weeks of my college career. Oh, yes, of course I'll have that one class in the spring, but that's not that big a deal--you know? It's going to be about Pulitzer Prize Winners and I've already read at least two of the books.
I still haven't finished my final paper for my Faulkner class--I'm working on that right now, if I can ever focus. Yesterday, I finished three novels: Middlesex (you should read it), Lives of Girls and Women (you should read this one also) and The Known World (once again, read this--but just be weary that it is a bit like Faulkner, but much easier to read).
Thursday, David Sedaris made me promise that I would start smoking again when I turned down smoking with him. I don't know what I was doing and/or thinking (that's right, I wasn't thinking, I was too busy thinking: holyfuckingshit this is DAVID SEDARIS that i'm standing next to--don't say anything stupid!). If David Sedaris asks you if you want to smoke, you go smoke. You don't say, Oh, I quit. You magically unquit and go force yourself to inhale.
Beside that, he also made me promise that I'd come back from Brasil pregnant. I told him I wasn't sure on that one, but, if I do, I'll be sure to come back smoking and pregnant. He even enscribed that in the book I gave to my stepmom's. She got a kick out of it, my dad didn't.
I don't know why it's so hard for me to write this paper. I could talk about it for about five years, but for some reason I don't want to put it down in print. Really, I just need to give a synopsis of Imitation of Life (1934) and Pinky(1949), then say why Faulkner isn't against biracial peeps, but that he was giving a social commentary.
Then I need to finish White Noise and Housekeeping for the exam on Monday. I also need to watch some movies tonight: Nueba Yol, El Super, Nuyorican Dream and Maruja. I'm not so concerned about Maruja because I feel like it's going to be the same as Imitation of Life and/or Pinky, but just in Spanish.
So. Here goes. Maybe I'll stop looking out the window and watching everyone stumble into the library with that killer hangover and start writing this paper instead.
So it goes, right?
1 Comments:
Me, too!! I need to define 26 terms and commit them to memory by 2:30 tomorrow. BUT this listening to music on the internet thing is pretty hott...April, only one more week, come on....
p.s. _White Noise_ is pretty good...had a class comparing it and _In the Lake of the Woods_
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