a bloody revolution against our tyrants

After class, I prepared some notes for the gender panel, drew many storyboards, met with my costume designer, emailed alumni, went to EC to get permission for filming at FCC, talked with Mrs. Moody, took a nap, and then! fulfilled my role on campus as token(?) feminist.

We had great discussion, which did not end as soon as the panel did.  Wonderful conversation with Dr. Chambers, Isaac, the suities, and then later, more debriefing with Andrew.

Ah, for once! I experienced the thrill of defending my view against, at least mild, opposition. 

A Series of Projects to be Completed

1) Chemistry quiz (I can only hope to have a 50%, and even that is iffy, since half of the questions were multiple choice, and the other half short answer that I didn't have a clue about.)

2) History Midterm (an all essay exam, 5 questions in 50 minutes.  I filled the blue book to its entirety).

3) Chemistry Lab (experiments with acid, followed by 9 menial questions that I typed early, so that I can focus on filming this weekend)

4) Panic Meeting with Andrew (about film fest stuff.  his confidence in me must falter as he continues to have to profess it...)

5) Sociology paper (2 1/2 hour class, complete with a visit from a representative for the Girl Scouts of America)

Never being prepared for the tasks that are staring you in the eye means that you can never hope to again regain stable footing in the workload that engulfs you. 

Not so much wading, today, as failing to stay afloat.

I think my mom calls them "black letter days"

I went to AKRC, desperate for some sense of peace.  I secluded myself as much as I could on a college campus, privately indulging the sobs that wracked me.

Not again...

I woke under some plague.  I went to see Duplicity with Stephen, Chris, and Meredith, but was in a foul mood and bitter that I spent the afternoon watching such a bad flick.  Met with Scott, which was inspiring and affirming, but the sudden pressure of all the impossible tasks that need to be finished was overwhelming and debilitating. 

My Fridays Are Exciting

After an exhausting morning, I turned in my paper and then went to get my hair done as a reward.  Took a nap, played board games in Victoria's room, and then went to bed early.

still writing papers

I knew that it was going to be a long night, and even though I tried to be pro-active in paper-writing, it was inevitable that I stayed up way past bed time trying to be insightful and reflective.  Still enjoyed silly, late night hysteria with Connie and Deshanna.

The looking glass self

Sometimes affirmation actually adds more pressure to live up to the expectations and belief that other people have in you.  Spend the afternoon writing a paper, and in the evening I read Candide for history.