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Danica and Andy were making enchildadas and set off the fire alarm. Haha, whoops. All four floors of Xavier had to troop outside and stand around in the courtyard (as one boy observed, a rather stupid place to be if it was a real fire), while Danica and Andy talked to the SU policeman. I don't know...I think it's kinda funny. Gwen said they better be damn good enchiladas--she was asleep when the alarm went off, poor thing. And OUCH the alarms hurt. It's a really high and painful frequency, ahhh my ears....but still indefineably amusing all the same.
That happened right after I got back from my paper confrence with Dr. Tadie...oooooh I fail. I fail. Well, not literally I suppose, but my paper really isn't as good as it could be. I realize again how much I dislike writing analytical essays compared to how much I like discussing the texts I write about. And my crits of my classmates papers were really awful, meaning I didn't have enough to say. Ugh. On the bright side, I get to revise the bloody thing, and that's my term paper for Lit, which means, haha! No more long papers in that class. This IS a good thing. Later on we get to write lyric poetry. Also a good thing. But right now I'm rather annoyed with myself. I hate not doing as well as I know I can, especially when I know I could have put more effort into it. I'm in the effing honors cult, you'd think I could do more work. Argh.
On a completely different note, I had a dream the other night that Kerry won the election. Brief and vague dream, but very definite on that point. I saw newspapers with headlines, and pictures of Kerry pumping his fist in the air--aha I won--and the articles consisted of "kerry kerry kerry kerry" for as long as I could see. But he won the election. I am hoping beyond hope that this turns out to be one of those future dreams. Oh, please.
That happened right after I got back from my paper confrence with Dr. Tadie...oooooh I fail. I fail. Well, not literally I suppose, but my paper really isn't as good as it could be. I realize again how much I dislike writing analytical essays compared to how much I like discussing the texts I write about. And my crits of my classmates papers were really awful, meaning I didn't have enough to say. Ugh. On the bright side, I get to revise the bloody thing, and that's my term paper for Lit, which means, haha! No more long papers in that class. This IS a good thing. Later on we get to write lyric poetry. Also a good thing. But right now I'm rather annoyed with myself. I hate not doing as well as I know I can, especially when I know I could have put more effort into it. I'm in the effing honors cult, you'd think I could do more work. Argh.
On a completely different note, I had a dream the other night that Kerry won the election. Brief and vague dream, but very definite on that point. I saw newspapers with headlines, and pictures of Kerry pumping his fist in the air--aha I won--and the articles consisted of "kerry kerry kerry kerry" for as long as I could see. But he won the election. I am hoping beyond hope that this turns out to be one of those future dreams. Oh, please.
