It's a Friday night, which means I'm exhausted and cold and trying unsuccessfully to do homework, with hockey on TV for background noise. Chicago is playing at Nashville, Predators winning 3-2.
Trying to polish up my capstone proposal that's due Monday morning, that's been exceptionally nerve-wracking. But on the other hand, apparently arguing why country music ought to be considered literature seems to be a great choice for a project, if it's accepted, based on reactions from everyone who's asked(including several professors). Trying not to panic about that not getting accepted.
Dr. Dial-Driver was feeling merciful in letting our Children's Lit essay midterm be a takehome exam after none of us finished it in time on Monday, but that was kind of humiliating, too. My essay on E.B. White and Charlotte's Web got a decent grade, though I was kind of disappointed in it. Got an Early American Lit essay back Wednesday with the confirmation that it was absolutely crap, which I knew, but that was discouraging. And then that afternoon a profile essay for workshopping in Creative Nonfiction was appraised as "something from a Comp class." That was also discouraging.
It was mildly interesting, though, how much everyone hated that I managed to erase myself entirely from the narrative, because that's what you do in journalism: "Always be in the news, but never be in the news." There were lots of variations of "Who wrote this? I wanted to read something Wesleyish, and he was nowhere to be found. I WANT A REFUND OF MY TIME!" in the critiques. I guess that's good, since people have a certain enjoyable tone that they associate with my writing. I don't know.
Except for Audio Production, where I have a low A, I have no idea how I'm doing gradewise this semester, because no one can figure out how the new campus-wide computer system works. That not-knowing adds some more stress.
The college group from First Baptist-Claremore, Fusion, was holding a meeting on campus last night, so I filled my socialization quota for the week/month by going to that. It was fine, and I think maybe they're the kind of people I would fit in well with. Reminded me of the NSU BCM, which is a good thing.
Fire alarm went off earlier tonight, contributing to the lack of productivity. I was finishing a book by Chuck Swindoll, called The Church Awakening: An Urgent Call for Renewal, on what's wrong with the American church in general and his suggestions for how to (maybe) fix it. So I stood under a streetlight and kept reading outside. Some guy saw the title and asked whether it was for a class or just for fun, which I thought was humorous. How do you answer a question like that? "No, I just think reading about how sinful humanity is and feeling sorrowful because of that is good entertainment. And of course a state school would assign a book like this as course reading." So I just said, "For fun. It's a good book."
The weather finally turned coldish, dropping to 40something degrees fairly often. I've kind of liked that and kind of haven't, since it's one of those frequent bipolar weather weeks that happen so often - it's supposed to be 80something this weekend again. If it would just stick with one general temperature, that would be great.
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