But actually. I just sent the nastiest email to the woman in charge. They can’t just assign me observations two days in advance. I work. I have rehearsals. This is why I took an incomplete last year, because this shit doesn’t work for my schedule. Sorry. I’m not sorry. Get a better fucking system. Love, Luke.
I like doing my best work. I do. But we met for this project that is due today two weeks ago and finished everything. Literally, everything. We agreed we would meet up a few minutes before class just to finalize who is saying what, but that we were done. Now I check my email and get really nasty emails from this bitch in my group about how I’m ignoring my share of the work and now my whole group is meeting for more than two hours today before class. We will literally have nothing to do. But actually. I every typed out what each person was going to say two weeks ago. I am all about putting my all and doing my best, but meeting for two hour is just beating this thing to death.
T-minus 45 minutes till I should have this paper done.
Black magic. Demonic Possessions. Emancipation. The n-word. Long lost relationships. Oh sweet Lord, August Wilson, you make it incredibly difficult to write a quick response paper on Joe Turner’s Come and Gone.
Do you really think its unsafe for me to take Virgin Atlantic over to Heathrow. I’m paying for this whole abroad experience and I’m not really in a mood to pay a ton of money, yet every time I say “I found a really cheap flight with Virgin Atlantic,” people give me the saddest look. The flight is 240$ and I don’t have to pay for luggage. So maybe I don’t get nice tv, meals, wifi, or chairs that lounge back into a freakin’ bed. I don’t need that. Yay or nay?
I love when I have that feeling of “I’m getting it together.” Today is one of those days. Something about the rain, the jazz music, and the tons of groceries I just bought is just putting me in the most uplifting mood.
Then I sat down to write this French essay and realized that I don’t know French enough to form the sentences I want to articulate to answer these questions.
Then I sat down to write this Top Girls paper and realized the plot is ridiculous, non-linear, and doesn’t really have action, therefore making my three sentences of action completely out of wack. On top of that, I have absolutely nothing to say about its visual, aural, and ideational motifs.
And I have a ton of shit due tomorrow for Inquires to Teaching and Learning that I haven’t started.
So now I’m going grocery shopping to clear my head of all these papers and such.
Fire safety inspections at 5pm today. I not only left the room in a slight disarray, there are just straight up empty bottles of alcohol lounging around the studio (granted, its classy things like Grey Goose, Kettle One, about 8 wine bottles). Not to mention, I also have christmas lights strung everywhere. I get off at work at 5pm, so there is no way I’m making my room “fire safe.”
My charger is broken, so I’ve been without a computer for a week now. I went go buy a charger and its 80 fucking dollars. Yeah, okay. Not buying that. Still, I’ve enjoyed not having a computer to worry about. I’m not wasting all this time checking my tumblr or facebook because its not available to me. The only time I check is when I’m in a computer lab (like now) and then I am not on it long. Its nice to be unplugged. Really nice.
“The kind of schools we need would take seriously the idea that a child’s personal signature, his or her distinctive way of learning and creating, is something to be preserved and developed. We are not in the shoe manufacturing business. By saying that we are not in the shoe manufacturing business, I mean that we are not in the business of producing identical products.”—The Kind of Schools We Need, Elliot W. Eisner