What’s Up? (12/1/14)

Final Week
Listen, it’s not finals week, but it might as well be. The final week of class has as many major assignments due as finals week. Percentage-wise, this final, 15th week of class, actually matters more than finals week. On one hand, I’m glad the weight is distributed across two weeks – this is in many ways something to be thankful for. On the other hand, having all of this work due the Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday right out of the gate from Thanksgiving break? That sucks. I spent the Saturday of Thanksgiving break basically locked in my room reading (reading Alison Bechdel, so not a total loss), and then writing all night. I woke up late on Sunday (11/30/14) in a frenzied panic trying to get my professor a well-rounded presentation as soon as possible. Then I flew back to Pittsburgh, to work some more.

I feel like the most meaningful conversations I had with my family this entire break were the ones where I was in the car, either going to or from the airport. That sucks. For what it’s worth, I’m back on Long Island in such a short time that, a bad Thanksgiving break is basically nothing to complain about. The work I’m doing right now, revising a paper from a year ago – it’s not bad work. Essay writing is my element, which works out nicely as I’ve got a lot of essay writing to do these next few days. Tonight: editing a 4,944-word paper down to a nice 2,500-word paper. At the rate I’m editing, I’m going to have to add words at some point. Tomorrow night: a brand new 2,000 words about Ellen Forney’s Marbles. The night after that? Nothing! Take a break. Enjoy hump-day… Then get back to it by editing 20-page paper about Man of Steel.

I’ve turned my blog into a day planner, not good. Not good.


How Was Your Break?

My break was good, thanks for asking. Good times were had with the family; I bonded over music with my father, got into no fights with my brother, and the whole family  watched home videos from 1994-1997 together. Better than average times were had with friends; I learned how hair is bleached and dyed, I played with a puppy, I had hard cider for the first time (though I still need to get my hands on some Hereford-made stuff), caught up with friends, found out where acquaintances are in life, I found out Paul Walker died while I was having my first and only slice of New York Pizza while on break, I Mario-Partied it up, and I had a very nice diner at Paddy’s Loft.

Now, into the eye of the storm. Two papers due this week. One exam. One Power Point presentation. Internship applications. Potential internship interviews. Three papers due the week after that. Two interviews left to complete for the Journalism Paper. Two final exams.

Hold me.

Leaving Pittsburgh In Three Hours

…Well I’m leaving the apartment in three hours at the very least. Then I’m taking an hour long bus ride to Pittsburgh International, and by nine o’clock I’ll be on an hour long flight home to Long Island. I just peeked outside, and the snow has stopped for now, the very snow which prompted the rescheduling of my flight home from Wednesday to Tuesday. I’ve never rescheduled a flight before, it’s an expensive ordeal, but I’m thankful for the opportunity to fly home a day early, and outside of the looming chaos that is snowstorm-meets-Thanksgiving travel.

I’m all packed up, but the prospect of getting two hours of sleep before a flight really doesn’t interest me. It never has. I have this thing; and I might have written about it before, about sleeping before flights. First of all, I’m too excited to sleep easily, secondly I’m going to be nervous about oversleeping somehow and missing a flight, and finally I just think that an airport is best enjoyed in a low-energy state. You get in and you stand on line, listen to music, read, and a whole bunch of other very non-taxing things.

There’s still time to kill, and I’d think about putting on a few records if it wasn’t so late. Sure, I could throw in some headphones, but I want to dance to my music, I want to play it loud. I’ll maybe do some reading to pass the time, or pace around the room trying to remember what I could have forgotten to pack. I’m not against starting some art projects with my remaining time, or crawling into my bed for warmth and comfort and very intentionally not sleep.