Wicked awesome post, andygirl!
Good luck, hon.
Just so you know you’re not alone: I start “Teaching and Learning Aesthetics” on Monday. Of course, I have no earthly idea what the course title means; I just know that my secondary education program requires me to take it. Hmm.
See, to me, any course entitled “Teaching and Learning Aesthetics” involves a man so flamingly gay that he sets passing shrubbery on fire teaching you about color coordinating and interior decorating. Possibly something about wine tasting. Better you than me, Cosmo- I’m sure I’d be very dissappointed.
Why yes, I am thread bumping. (Hey, I’ve been told that I don’t post much anymore, so here ya go…)
I have on hand:
All of my books.
A bag of blue corn tortilla chips.
Red Bull (ick)
Mocha Frappuccinos
Water
Hard Cola
Coffee
I’m hoping to get this fucking thing done by three or four in the morning. Tomorrow, of course, I will write my next and final paper using much the same method.
Mr. Abercrombie, I own you now.
I just remembered why, after graduating from college, I never went back…
Jack Daniels Hard Cola? Interesting “study aid”
Some of my best writing has been done with the help of Mr. Daniels. No, seriously. And don’t infer that I’m a raging alcoholic or even any sort of serious lush- it’s more that the occasional slowly-sipped drink helps me clear my head a bit. Obviously there is a fine balance to be had. (I learned the benefits of booze and writing while living in France; writing those damn essays got a lot easier after a few glasses of wine.)
Although I must admit that not much is helping tonight. I’m having a horrible time focusing, and it’s largely due to my inability to stop having lurid sexual fantasies about the girl that I’ve had a crush on for the past six months, who is alas graduating and turned me down largely because of, well, graduating. Bah.
The evening has definately degenerated. I consumed easy mac for the first time in a fit of hunger. I’m two pages into what will probably be a ten pager at minimum.
If you feel less coherent at the end of it, andy, than you do now, feel free to send it at me, unless it contains sentences I wouldn’t understand. Given that you’re in your third year of a program of study I most likely couldn’t pick out of a lineup if the others were “Jeremiah was a bullfrog” and “I once shot a man in reno just to watch him die”, this is a possibility;)
Good Luck andygirl!
Currently my guy is going through a similar hell, and I’m several hundred miles away from him, which sucks too. He needs a first class degree to get the funding for his PhD, which puts him under a lot of pressure 
Down with Exams!
I could kill you, but then I’d have to tell you.
Well, I most definately did not finish my paper on Abercrombie last night, and by that I mean this morning, as I went to bed at 6 am and recently woke up.
Today is going to suck. Almost done with the quarter though… and then I will technically be a senior, something which amazes and terrifies me.
Now, however, I have a great amount of writing to do. Urgh.
I have in my possession a completed paper on Mr. Abercrombie. If he weren’t dead I’m sure he would be pleased.
And now I begin a discussion on the history of the gay rights movement (or lack thereof) in Russia.
For better or worse, this will all be over soon…
I don’t WANT to kill you! I want to cuddle on you!
Does contradicting your OP make me a Bad Person?
(Oh, and far freakin’ out - you rule. More stick-to-it-ive-ness than I have.)
I sleep now.
I congratulate you! We can celebrate together. I finished my first round of comps today.
Doesn’t it feel gooooooood?