peace.love.music.chik

Who knew my character's name would be . . .

Sophia. Meh. Why not.

I think I almost have my life in order. Almost being the key word. In the past day, I've made two more trips to the wenches at Canfield (please restrain yourselves from breaking into song), bribed my advisor in London to rush my transcripts over, and written 7 single-spaced pages (it works better for me while I'm typing - so that when I get all excited about reaching the next page, it's justified). My goal is to hit 10 pages by tonight (in between a meeting with my advisor, a much-needed trip to the rec, my 3 hour psychology class, and probably 3 hours of homework). Which, give me a moment to bitch about THAT. Graduate students should NEVER be instructors at a university. They get on some power-trip and think that assigning a 500-word essay PER CLASS, on top of 4 1000-word lit reviews, AND read our 7 texts is somewhat reasonable for a 200-level POETRY WRITING class. I thought maybe we would, you know, write poetry. I know, as a PhD student, you probably can handle a lot more, but give us a break! So - I might die this semester. Just a warning to all.

Anyhow, I need to jet. My chain-smoking, wrinkly, bleach-blonde advisor awaits. Woohoo...

posted by Hae @ 3:26 PM