The trouble with sleeping in is, even though it feels so lovely, it really interferes with my ability ot get stuff done. Of all the things I need to do today, I've only managed to prepare for tomorrow's famine discussion, and that only partly. I'll have to wake up early to look at the questions in more detail, because Dagny's kicked me out at 7, and tonight I still have to revise my critical summary and think about the article for work. If only the laundry and dishes did themselves... It was my plan to retain sanity now that I've started school again my allowing myself to read one chapter of a non-school, non-work book every night before bed. Now I think sanity will have to go. I've made great headway into Lies My Teacher Told Me, but only moderate progress into A Different Shade of Colonialism, which needs to be read by Monday, and I don't know when on earth I'll do it. It's not like my school books are boring. They are actually very interesting. There are just a lot of them. I also might as well give up my gym membership since I never have time to go anymore. Becca and I have talked of doing Pilates together, and since I never see her that might be a solution. Bah, this wasn't supposed to be a complaining entry about how little time I have. I'm actually very up about things, though you wouldn't know it from reading the last few paragraphs. My classes are really interesting and going very well and I have a clear idea of where I want this all to take me. It's just a lot of work. I'm not sure if this is a result of the higher level of education, or the new approach I am taking to it--no longer slacking off or taking the easy way out. Maybe this is a result of what I learned my the last year-ish of college and the 2-ish years of working for PK, in combination with the fact that I have now reached the pinnacle of agency in education. With no stupid GE requirements to fulfill I really absolutely don't have to do anything at all that doesn't interest me. Blah blah blah why am I still talking when there is work to do? Sometimes I feel like I talk talk talk all the time and have no idea what I'm talking *about*. That's how I felt yesterday when I was discussing Baker's analysis of documents as a reflection of political thought, but my professor said he really enjoyed my comments. So maybe I am saying something, after all. Time to get the sheets from the dryer.
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(1) Thu Jan 19 2006 20:33 PST UCP:
I just noticed one of mom's sweatshirts. I had forgotten about it, but it's really funny so I thought I'd write about it and let everyone else in on the joke. This is what it says:
University of California, Provo.