8 May 2009 10:15 am
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Okay, I still don't know about the $n$ members of the Smith Sledding team. But they can figure out their own darn stuff.

Now if someone would just show up so that I can run over and turn it in . . .


7 May 2008 11:39 am
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Cut so people don't kill me )
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I dreamed that I was taking my SpecFic final, and that I could only get about half of the things in the first half (short identifications), and that the other half were things like "jaundice" and "the Thirty Years' War," and a whole pile of branches and other flora that were supposed to have some sort of meaning (I could only even identify one of those, and all I could come up with for the rotting branch was that it had about the same texture and consistency as a zombie). And then I looked at the clock and I needed to go turn my exam in and I hadn't even started the essay question, which was annoying, but I managed to accept the fact that I was going to do terribly on this exam, and that it wasn't the end of the world. As I was going to turn my exam in, I passed my grandparents who were crying, and I worried that something awful had happened, and then I realized that they were just having an Important Relationship Moment relating to dealing with the loss of their second-favorite screwdriver and I went on to turn th exam in.

And it wasn't even one of those awful dreams where you wake up and freak out even though you know that that could never happen; the situation was so ludicrous and improbable that I just woke up and went, Hm. That was really bizarre. At least I know that I'll never have a test that bad.

In other news, I completely failed to remember that Primal Scream is the night before finals and showered right through it (I didn't really feel like screaming, anyway).

And I have housing for the summer. Which is encouraging.
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I turned in my math exam yesterday, and my SpecFic paper on Tuesday. On Wednesday I went to fencing and we played frisbee outside until it got so dark that it was downright dangerous because there were dancers in the gym. I left after that because the possibility of fencing seemed low, and did all the glazing I've been meaning to do for weeks, and had a shower, and went to bed and got lots and lots of excellent sleep, and woke up at 6-something feeling marvelous, and lazed in bed until shortly after 7, and it was just the right amount of cold, and then I got up and did laundry, which is good because it was becoming increasingly difficult to find clean outfits appropriate to the mercurial weather. And then I did things like breakfast and going to class and showing up for work, and the other consultant isn't here again,* but I really don't care because the weather is amazing and I'm glad for any excuse to go outside, and it's not as if I find her to be a terribly helpful person when she's here.** And the only homework I have left to do for tomorrow is the math homework that has been put off in favor of other things (like the take-home exam for that class), which is admittedly a small pile, but entirely doable.
And I'm allowing myself to hope that maybe I'm not getting sick after all. Or that if I was sick, it wasn't very bad and I've recovered now.

All of which should conspire to put me in a good mood, but really doesn't explain how wonderful I feel today. With the possible exception of the sleep. Getting lots and lots of high-quality sleep generally makes me very cheerful.

In the continuing saga of the absentee ballot, I could have gotten one two or three weeks ago when I thought it was too late, but completely failed in the last-minute attempts to get one. Emily told me that it was really easy if you called them, and I figured that calling would be quicker than downloading the form and mailing it to Pennsylvania. Wrong. What I didn't realize was that calling them meant that they would mail me a request for an absentee ballot (the form I already had printed out), and the phone connection was so terrible that I could hardly hear what she was saying, and when she asked for my address I gave them my mom's address, which is my legal address, and by the time I figured out that she wasn't going to ask me for any other address, she had already hung up. So my mom forwarded me the request paperwork, which arrived yesterday (a day after it needed to be submitted), and the total tally in my personal paperwork struggles*** is now:
Miriam: 6
Commonwealth of Pennsylvania Bureacracy: 3
Tie: 1
So I'm still ahead, but the Bureacracy is catching up.

And I'll try harder (earlier) for the next election, which I fully intend to vote in.

I'm now forced to walk to the college club - and back - in this lovely weather. Oh, woe is me.

*That thing they tell you at the beginning of the year, about how if you miss a shift you'll be fired? I don't think it's true; this is the second time she hasn't showed up for this shift without (so far as I can tell) telling anyone beforehand.^

^Perhaps she tells people and the people she tells don't tell me, which I suppose is possible, although it would be nice of them to do so.

**She's perfectly nice. I just have a low opinion of her competence.^

^Although she is looking better now that I compare her to the people who worked the shift before mine yesterday, the ones who didn't check anything in, just left the equipment in a pile on the table and didn't do the pickup in the engineering building, and seemed, as Vicky said, "really flakey."

***That is, the total history of the state and I, such as Driver's Liscense, voting, and jury duty.
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I'll understand if you want to hate me now. It's okay.

I'm still sick, but only vaguely so, and since that seems fair to become a semi-permanent state of being, I just live with it.

I really should stop puttering and get around to figuring out what I want to pack and packing it, since I'm leaving at 12 today.
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I have FININSHED my Educational Psychology final (ten full pages, even if it was double-spaced - eeep . . . and he wants two copies?).

Spanish got done on Sunday and turned in on Monday. Linear Algebra was done before the end of classes (bless the man!).

Now all I have left is two more costume designs for Midsummer and the letter to the director that accompanies them (I've done six already, plus two redrawings and a letter about costuming and my reactions to Flip Side and Gamma Rays.) That is manageable. I can do that. Being sick for the last week of classes, having a relapse over reading period, and remaining vaguely sick for finals week was NOT a good way to do this, but things will be done. And I suppose I should be glad that I didn't do what Eleanor did last year. Because as unhappy as I was, it was nothing compared to what she went through.

Thanks to Talia for mentioning birthdays, because it's my brother's birthday and I should call him.

So. I am going to staple my EDC final, tromp over to Morgan hall and drop it off, then take a shower (yay shower), do my laundry . . . after the shower, so that I remember to wash my towel, too. And then work on Costumes this afternoon. Finishing everything by dinnertime tonight would be really nice. And I think that it's even a semi-feasible goal.

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