Saturday, February 11, 2006
surviving with class
So I am clinging to the life raft known as “the weekend.” Ah, a beautiful thing. These first two weeks of the spring semester have been crazy. Deeply good, but insane nonetheless. I really, really shouldn’t be surprised by this. My normal pattern at the start of semesters is a week of “syllabus shock,” when every assignment listed on each of the syllabi feels like it’s due, oh, tomorrow. And so I either try to do everything right now (my weekend to-do list last week was ninety-seven items long. I’m not kidding. Have I mentioned that I have a problem with proportion?) or I freeze up and buy magazines and do nothing (hence my current obsession with Gourmet).

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