I'm attempting to deal with my writer's block at the moment. I have a rough draft due in about two hours. It's supposed to be ten pages. I've written one. The problem isn't the writing. The problem is how ridiculous it is that my professors for English 395 are asking us to turn in a rough draft like we're English 100 students or something. I haven't had to bring in a rough draft of anything since high school (except for that stupid Shakespeare class my freshman year, but that doesn't count as it's not even on my transcript anymore...). I guess I'm just annoyed because I had to be invited to take this class. Then, I had to get a written recommendation, send in samples of my writing, and go to an interview. This is a class to train writing tutors for my school's Writing Center. Clearly, I know about the "writing process." I know how to write a paper. I just made Assistant Editor of my section at The Retriever Weekly. I have a project lined up with a professor, I'm the treasurer of the English Council of Majors and Minors, and I'm rocking a 3.1 as an English Major. I know how to write a paper.
I guess I'm just annoyed. I'm a very private person by nature, and I hate hate hate when people (like my parents) decide to go ahead and move my car without waking me up and asking me to do it. It's really just a matter of principle. It's my car. I don't want other people driving it. Just like, at my apartment, it's my room, and when my door is closed, my roommates shouldn't be opening it. Two of my roommates generally respect that, for the most part, but the one absolutely refuses to wash her dishes for entire days after she cooks, so she's not on my good side, either. One of my roommates is both nosy and clingy. She thinks I'm her best friend. She annoys the crap out of my but I don't really feel like starting drama at the moment so I've been sucking it up. I will not be living with her next year. Despite the fact that I've told her that I will not be living with her next year, she's been talking about living with me next year. I guess I should have realized that she wouldn't understand that, because I have told her numerous times that I'd like nothing more than for her to stop being so clingy and leave me alone for a bit, but she hasn't quite picked up on the fact that I'm being completely serious. I'm avoiding going back to school so I don't have to see her. I'm also avoiding going back because my computer screen is cracked so I can't actually do my homework at school, but that's a different story.
Also, Andy flew back to Minnesota last night, which sucked. I hate when he leaves, but I guess it comes with the territory of being in a long-distance relationship. We've been together for two and a half years now; I'm used to the whole "being apart" business. We don't have as much time as we did two years ago. I was never busy as a freshman. Now I'm doing everything: a double major in English Literature and Applied Linguistics, the paper, the tutoring job, and my desk staff job, plus I'm the treasurer of two organizations (field hockey and ECOMM, and I should probably be the president of that since I'm basically doing that job, too) and I'm sure I'm doing more that I can't remember at the moment. I love being busy. I love everything I do. But I am really, really busy. Next semester I'm taking 20 credits as long as my professor decides that I can handle his 410 course (so basically, 20 credits). I really needed time with Andy and I'm glad I finally got it. All the hard work seems worth it when I'm with him. I can't wait until winter break, though, when I go up there again. Of course, I really can't wait until this summer...
Long story short...I'm moving in with him if things go as planned. Moving in, as in...living with just him in his apartment in St. Paul, Minnesota for an entire summer. Moving in, as in getting a job up there and maybe taking a class or two up at his school. Moving in, as in being alone with just him for three whole month. Then we'll be seniors and it'll be our last year apart. I can't wait.
But first I have to do this damn paper.
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