Tuesday, March 23, 2004
Time left the dorm today: 8 am.
Time returned to dorm: 9:15 pm.
Time spent in dorm between these hours: half an hour around 11:30, 12.
Total time spent in class/in trasit to and from class today: 13 hours.
Total food consumed: half a salad at 11:45, not finished due to biology reading.
Ah. And a biology question set is due tomorrow. And the website needs content up on all pages for critique on Thursday. English paper. Art lecture paper. Biology debate needs researching for next week. When we go into CFC tomorrow and the teacher asks what work I've done on my CFC final, I'm going to look her right in the eye and say, "Not a bit of it, my dear Cynthia." Unfortunately, I rather think things have reached critical mass and, quite frankly, I can't summon up enough enthusiasm for a kind of art I will never do, given the choice, to warrant working on it.
It is on days like this that I fondly recall the sumptuous Avery Block, during the Freshman Experience back home, telling us all that on some days she has but a single hour of classes, and this is why college is so much easier than high school.
Thirteen hours, chere Avery. I implore you to try it sometime.
I am going to eat some noodles now and listen to some Mozart, lest I perish utterly. Good eve.