The weekend

So the weekend is over, already, and I spent most of it in front of a computer writing a paper.

Man, was it ever scintillating.

At least I have it done, and I don't think I suffered any permanent damage from the heart attack I received when I thought my entire paper got lost, 14 hours before I was to turn it in. I think it's actually a good paper too, especially considering I still have 40 pages of the book that I have yet to read. I still have to work on the Children's lit group work assignment due tomorrow afternoon, but that is fairly straight-forward, and I should be able to do it on my lunch break.

I can't wait to spent the rest of the week studying for a test, and writing a paper for next Monday, (same prof! All three papers!) which I will also be spending the weekend writing.

And theeeen, I get to write an in-class essay, turn in the horrible painting I did for a "creative project" (Have I mentioned I've never painted anything before in my life? Well, since kindergarten. But this is oils -- ack!) and start studying for my exams. Which basically means re-reading notes and textbooks so that I can write 7 essays in a week. Yay for being an English/French major!

Ah well, to sleep I think. I have to wake up to go hand in this stupid paper, otherwise I would sleep through my class tomorrow morning.

I didn't get a weekend, after all.