Fifteen pages in one night on the structure of love in the African American novel! I’ve got Coca-Cola, Cup-of-Noodles, and pants with some give. IT’S ON!
5:51 PM: I read on WheatonFML that some guy saw a girl in the library down her Adderall with coffee. Thanks for the good idea, WheatonFML.
6:00 PM: Is it my imagination or are the bells playing “Last Christmas” by Wham? This is weird.
6:04 PM: John Lennon died 29 years ago today. And Tiger Woods is having marital trouble. Who can WORK at a time like this?
6:30 PM: First paragraph has the word “however” four times in it. This is going to be a long night.
6:47 PM: Lovely friends just brought me coffee and a donut. Mmmmm.
8:05 PM: Two pages, double spaced. Christ.
8:25 PM: I can rhapsodize for ages on why abortion restrictions undermine humanity and equality and describe in detail every episode of the first three seasons of Blossom, but if you need me to explain to you the power struggle often mistaken for love in African American literature, LORD HELP YOU.
8: 26 PM: Why would you need me to do that, anyway? Get a life, nerd.
8:29 PM: I’ve moved this dog and pony show to the den. Good idea? Bad idea? It’s hard to tell.
8:31 PM: Oh, okay, bad idea. All my friends are here. Trouble focusing on anything but Super Cookie.
9:00 PM: Remember the Vassar Kiwi Bird I wrote about ages ago? Best Buddy and Vassar student Danny has informed me that it was missing for three months before anyone noticed. Oh, Vassar, you’ve done it again.
10:16 PM: Memory Lane! You look pleasant. I’m going to stroll down you for a minute. On my first day of freshman year, I thought I hadn’t declared my major. I was thinking of maybe studying Linguistics or maybe Art History or Writing (my old college had a separate major). But the jokesters at IC declared an English major for me, and I was put into a an English FYS. My professor (everyone, this is Katharine; Katharine, everyone) was off the chain and my class was about girlhoods in literature so I stayed with the major and here I am. At times I wonder what I was thinking.
10:50 PM: When I make up my resume, under special skills can I put “discussing modernist literary narratives” and “performing a close reading of ‘Danse Russe’ by William Carlos Williams?” No?
11:34 PM: Like a decade ago, I gave my sister a haircut. And it was really, really bad. My dad had cancer when I was seventeen and an hour before he told me, he made me lunch and I didn’t even thank him. And when my hermit crab died in the fifth grade, I was happy because that thing was gross. Sometimes I don’t recycle. I used to use Limewire. Before that, Napster! I forgot about Mother’s Day in the eighth grade. I spilled bong water all over my sophomore year roomate’s clothing and never admitted it was me (EMMA I’M SORRY!). I killed an ant with a miniature Buddha statue I have. Is god punishing me?
1:13 AM: Lots of debate right now at the Den over what exactly is in the Vegan Nuggets.
1:17 AM: Fuck it. No one cares! We’re getting them anyway.
1:23 AM: God, I’m so rude. What have YOU been up to tonight?
1:24 AM: Oh, really? Wow!
1:25 AM: Public Safety! Haha, yeah. Always ruining a good time, I feel ya.
1:27 AM: Okay, shut up. I have to go back to work.
2:01 AM: Back in my room. A poster fell down!
2:03 AM: Do you think that’s a sign?
2:12 AM: WHAT DO YOU THINK REALLY HAPPENS WHEN STUFFED ANIMALS AREN’T AROUND PEOPLE?
3:03 AM: I don’t think I’ve peed in seven hours.
4:33 AM: Yellow wallpaper, yellow wallpaper.
5:05 AM: Seven pages! How did I do that? Time for bed. Good night.
8:00 AM: Good morning!
8:41 AM: Type type type. I have class soon. I should brush my tooths.
11:00 AM: okay, okay. Let’s get this done, Labell.
11:20 AM: jaejierwrjtw98fdbmslaprow!!39480%&(*)!!!!!!!!!!!11
11:44 AM: Trichotillomania, you silly bitch.
12:03 PM: Is it bad that in my final paper for a class entitled “The African-American Novel of Love” I didn’t mention race once?
12:11 PM: Yeah, I think probably. Points off.
12:30 PM: Dance party of one!
12:33 PM: Life needs more dance breaks.
1:00 PM: This baby’s due at 2:00. I’m off to the language lab!
1:22 PM: A few words on the language lab. It is a terrible place. No one goes there to casually do work. It is a place for last minute printing and frantic essay-making. A tense, quiet place. Legend has it Michael Stipe wrote “Everybody Hurts” after writing his sem paper there. Lots of dead eyes. Lots of gumming Tootsie Rolls. Stale air. Silent sobbing. Jean is judging all of us, by the way.
1:50 PM: I have abided by the Wheaton College Honor Code in this work. I have also suffered a silent but outrageous nervous breakdown!
well…bye!
Tags: homework, nervous breakdowns, senior seminar, wham!
I am the first time on this site and am really enthusiastic about and so many good articles. I think it’s just very good.
Howdy im fresh here, I hit upon this message board I have found It extremely accessible and it has helped me out a great deal. I should be able to give something back & assist other people like its helped me.
Thanks, Catch You Around