But first, it’s been a while since I’ve blogged between dreams.

First of all, I’m not breathing quite yet. I have two paper re-writes due this week, one emailed by tomorrow, and one due on Wednesday. The B- one comes first, thank you very much.

Secondly, it looks like I won’t be graduating in May. I think it would bother me more if I weren’t so tired–but it does have its good points as well as its bad. I’ve mentioned that I’d like to get my MA in creative writing, and one of the “strong suggestions” if not requirements (I haven’t talked directly to Dr. Ted yet, just someone else who’s looking to get his is creative writing, too) is that a 200, 300, and 400 level writing classes are under the belt.

I took one, as a lark, over the summer. The 300 level one is being offered this Spring, and the 400 one is not til next Fall, which puts me smack in December of ’08 as graduating.

Which sort of bites, really. There goes the dream of getting some money together while making a portfolio and studying for the GRE. On the other hand, it does mean that I’ll be able to take two classes a semester, AND have the summer off. I’d still be able to study and write while just taking two classes, and I’d be a hell of a lot less stressed.

A whole summer off. I’ve been going straight through since January ’06. I think I could use a break.

Good golly, what would I do with myself?

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I think I mentioned that this semester has been educational. I mean that in the most heart-wrenching sort of way possible. The semester is comprised of hours and days and months–not necessarily classes.

With that being said, I’ve churned out four papers, various small projects, and a mid-term. I have one more mid-term tomorrow night, and then I can breathe. My Chesil Beach paper earned an A despite the fact that I didn’t address what made me dislike the book so much. Oh yes, I discovered it, and it was at least in part what was responsible for the, er, moments I had been having. I’ve only gotten one other grade back, and it was a B-. A B-! A big fat minus to add insult to injury. It was on the significance of violence in a slave narrative, with three primary sources. I chose Olaudah Equiano, Harriet Jacobs, and Nat Turner. The point of my paper was to show how the authors believed it was endemic, systemic, and prophetic. I thought I had accomplished that pretty well, but it wasn’t what he was looking for. I’d debate my grade with him, but to be honest, even if he’d given me a B+, I’d still be taking him up on his offer for a re-write.

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