God Knows We'll Try.
Today, we had our first test in Am. Lit. I don't think I did well. I don't like the way my professor lectures one bit. I have a feeling I am just going to get by...make an alright grade. I have been getting about 4 hours sleep each night, which results in me falling asleep from around 11:30-2:00 each afternoon, when I am supposed to be reading.
Tonight, I am working Parents' Night Out at the gym from 6:30-10:30, so that will be fun. I could use the extra $75, for sure.
This weekend I am house sitting for the Martin's. I am so excited! They have a theater, which they told me to make full use of, and an incredible yard, where I'm thinking a slip and slide party may have to happen.
I am ready!
Friday, June 8, 2007
Sunday, June 3, 2007
A Softer World
My close friend's five-month-old has been battling leukemia at St. Jude for the past three months and we got some pretty rough news this week. Friday, I cried and prayed all day and night. Saturday, I worked birthday parties at Jill's from 10 a.m. to 6 p.m. I left covered in icing, pizza, and sweat. Then, I went to my friends' house for a party. I am completely spent.
Halfway into the party, all of my friends remembered that a band was playing that they really wanted to see. So, they all went to the jackrabbit lounge to see Pyramid Scheme. I am too young to get in, still. It is really annoying. I wish they would just put "X"es on my hands and let me in. I am not going to try to buy alcohol. I'll save that rant for another day.
Instead, I drove around. Last night, the world was softer. The damp ground was a lullaby. I parked my car in Brittney's driveway and sat in silence for thirty minutes. For the first twenty minutes, a sense of serenity washed over me. I don't know when I last felt peace like that. I was awake but had no thoughts in my mind. After that, I started to feel crazy. Even as sober as I was, I felt...medicated. I tried to remain silent. I wanted to see this experience through. I cannot explain it well; but, I was starting to feel like I was separated from myself. After about ten minutes, though, I just had to turn on the radio and sing along with the oldies.
Halfway into the party, all of my friends remembered that a band was playing that they really wanted to see. So, they all went to the jackrabbit lounge to see Pyramid Scheme. I am too young to get in, still. It is really annoying. I wish they would just put "X"es on my hands and let me in. I am not going to try to buy alcohol. I'll save that rant for another day.
Instead, I drove around. Last night, the world was softer. The damp ground was a lullaby. I parked my car in Brittney's driveway and sat in silence for thirty minutes. For the first twenty minutes, a sense of serenity washed over me. I don't know when I last felt peace like that. I was awake but had no thoughts in my mind. After that, I started to feel crazy. Even as sober as I was, I felt...medicated. I tried to remain silent. I wanted to see this experience through. I cannot explain it well; but, I was starting to feel like I was separated from myself. After about ten minutes, though, I just had to turn on the radio and sing along with the oldies.
Friday, June 1, 2007
Little Solace Comes...
"and this great blue world of ours
seems a house of leaves
Moments before the wind."
--House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski
I start my American Literature class in a few hours. I was really tired at about 9 p.m. and so I guess I fell asleep. I woke up at 1:30 a.m. The nap was a mistake, but it wasn't on purpose. So tomorrow I will go spend an extravagant amount on a textbook and attend my first summer class ever. I am hoping for the best! Part of me thinks, "My other English experiences at LSUS have been great. Why would this one be any different?" but the other part of me thinks, "How could this possibly compare to Brit. Lit. with Dr. Lake or Adv. Comp. with Ms. Smith?"
I hope to one day have half as much knowledge as Dr. Lake.
So, I have never taken a class where the focus was American Literature. In high school, English III Honors was supposed to be American Literature. My teacher, one of the most infuriating women I have met, decided that instead of reading books of literary merit, we would read Mary Higgins Clark and John Grisham novels. I'm not really sure what to expect.
I'm going to try to go back to sleep.
seems a house of leaves
Moments before the wind."
--House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski
I start my American Literature class in a few hours. I was really tired at about 9 p.m. and so I guess I fell asleep. I woke up at 1:30 a.m. The nap was a mistake, but it wasn't on purpose. So tomorrow I will go spend an extravagant amount on a textbook and attend my first summer class ever. I am hoping for the best! Part of me thinks, "My other English experiences at LSUS have been great. Why would this one be any different?" but the other part of me thinks, "How could this possibly compare to Brit. Lit. with Dr. Lake or Adv. Comp. with Ms. Smith?"
I hope to one day have half as much knowledge as Dr. Lake.
So, I have never taken a class where the focus was American Literature. In high school, English III Honors was supposed to be American Literature. My teacher, one of the most infuriating women I have met, decided that instead of reading books of literary merit, we would read Mary Higgins Clark and John Grisham novels. I'm not really sure what to expect.
I'm going to try to go back to sleep.
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