I'm so ammused. I managed to code the above credits just by looking at other sources and using my noggen. Small fries for other people, amusing for me. Especially in the morning.
Today will be an event. It will consist of forming one 10 min presentation with a handout for a class on Rhetoric *dun dun duuuuuuuuuN*, one 2000 word essay on a book titled Wild Dogs, and a Rhetoric paper of 4000 words (and the longest paper of the semester). I am not ammused. The worst part is that if not all of this is done, there will be no time to acutally finish all the things that I have to do.... blasted work. I think I'm going to try to trade a shift or two this week so I can actually manage to get it all done.
Andrew is on night shift. I guess this means I have six hours until he wakes up of undesterbed time to just write. Maybe I can get two out of the three done while he's sleeping. That would be nice. Then I could chill with him for an hour or two before I can get the last essay started. *sigh* This should be the last full chaios week. I have to write 3 papers and give 3 presentations, one of each on each of the three days of school I have a week. Next week is not as bad. I have three papers to write and one to revise (a course-planned revision): two 3000 words and a 2500 word. Oh and a take home final of some sort. Then there are two more exams... wee. So long as I manage to keep my head above the surface.
I got to see people yesterday. I wish I could do more of that. I really miss it. I was literally drunk from the amount of people around me. I takes no time to forget what that feels like.
I also talked to Troy yesterday. It strange to talk about things like signing deals. He said his situation was weird because he was such a low draft (7th round) but was top scorer in the league. Number like 2 mil with a 40,000 signing bonus for a 3 year contract came out. I think that was his hopeful but not far fetched goal. So weird. He's my little brother. The one I used to get in fights with over who was over the imaginary line that divided our individual sides of the car. Who I used to play computer games with on a very primitive comador 64. Who I would give rides to when he was to drunk to make it home on his own. He's really lucky. He's going to be paid for something that he really loves to do. I wish I had found that.
Time keeps ticking. I need a clock so I can justify the sound in my head. Time to start phase one of opperation "Do-or-Die". Time for the final check: "Specitcals, bresticles, wallet and watch". We'll see if I'm all here after phase one is finished.
