Monday: I slept in on Monday, waking up to go to my Literary Interpretation class at around 11. Class was at 2, but I woke up, showered, and memorized my monologue – which we ended up not even needing to know!
I got back, did my Spanish homework, and made it to Spanish on time, homework only half done. Most inconveniently, I also discovered that my printer did not seem to be working. Dejectedly, I was forced to inform my teacher that she would be able to see my homework on Tuesday, and not before that, unless she excused me from class to find an ITS lab from which to print.
Upon completion of classes for the day, I was much overjoyed, and then I recalled a certain paper due the following morning. A certain 7-15 page paper due the following morning. A paper due at eight in the morning. It was already 6:30pm by the time I entered my dorm room, and instead of collapsing in the bed like I’d intended, I instead realized that getting my assignments done this week was going to be rather difficult, so I may as well get started.
The paper, a short story for my creative writing class on Tuesday morning, was, upon its completion, twelve glorious pages in length.
The time now: 5:30am.
(What? I had other homework due Tuesday as well – two day so Spanish to catch up on, and notes to study for a World Cultures lecture Tuesday afternoon)
Tuesday: It now being past five in the morning, I realized that with class in less than three hours, sleep was completely out of the question. Not only that, I had to print out sixteen copies of my story for the class, and as it were, my printer was still not cooperating. Not that I’d wanted to waste so much of my own ink and paper.
It was decided that the only logical course of action was to trek over to Bobst Library (which is where my class was at eight in the morning anyway) and print out copies over there. Having no campus cash in my own ID Card (nor access to it, but more on that later), I was forced to borrow my roommate’s card, which I have yet to refill. Spending the ridiculous amount of $9 for printing, I then proceeded to fruitlessly search for a stapler.
Until, on my expeditions across the lower levels of Bobst Library, I ran into a friend – Ahmed. He lives on my floor.
Having run across him at a most unusual hour – it was now a little past six thirty in the morning – I, of course, proceeded to ask him a most logical question: "Hey! Have you been up all night too?"
The answer, of course, was a yes. Biology midterms are torturous like that. At any rate, feeling proud that I had managed to finish my short story on time, print out enough copies for my class, and find a stapler with which to separate the copies, I found it in my best interest to take a break. I lounged around on Ahmed’s laptop for all of ten minutes, and then realized I may as well finish the remainder of the Creative Writing homework due that morning. Having finished the readings, I found myself with forty minutes to spare, and practically nothing to do.
Exploring the library, I found the stash of leisure reading, and read quite comfortably until it was time to head over to class. Upon completion of Creative Writing for the day, I returned to my dorm, quite exhausted, and promptly fell asleep. I did awaken, but not in time for lecture – a fruitless venture regardless of my sleepy state. Having decided I was not going to that particular class, and finding it of no use to waste my time feeling guilty, I promptly fell back asleep, rousing myself at one in the afternoon to get ready for work.
Work lasted from 2-4:30.
I then went to Spanish, and, quite proudly, handed in all the homework I had promised her. My Spanish teacher has no faith in her class, and feels like we forget everything we tell her. She was incredibly glad I had shown her my homework.
The day being over, I headed back to my room and, with a sigh, familiarized myself with the fact that I had a Literary Interpretation due by 12pm of the following day (aka Wednesday). Instead of promptly beginning however, the desire for more than 3 hours of sleep was too tempting, and I slept once more, until roughly 11:15pm.
Upon showering, I again began a cycle of studying, completing homework, procrastination, and Skype – the culmination of which was about six in the morning. Having forced myself to stay awake in order to finish the paper, I now had two options – sleep and then wake up with enough time to drop it off in my teacher’s mailbox before the deadline OR remain awake, drop it off, and then sleep for much longer.
Wednesday: This was supposed to be my lazy day, as I had no class until 4:55 pm, mainly because my Literary Interpretation class at 2 was cancelled. Thus, i opted for the latter option and took this opportunity to submit a bullshit answer onto my online blackboard until the Language & Linguistics building opened (7:30 am), walked my paper over to her mailbox, and arrived back at my dorm by 7:42, incredibly sleepy. I then slept until 1 in the afternoon, dosing on and off until nearly three. I then awakened, showered, and perused my readings before recitation for my World Cultures class. I had a midterm in there on Thursday, and our recitations prior having all (for the most part) gone horribly wrong, I was, needless to say, very stressed.
Arriving at recitation, I found out that our original precept was no longer teaching the course. We now had another precept, but this did not matter much. Our original precept having been in Haiti at the time of the Earthquakes, we had a substitute precept for the first two weeks of lectures. The third week, I was sick and did not go to any of my classes. The fourth week, recitation was cancelled due to there being a Snow Day. The fifth week was the first time I met my own, actual precept. Having spent a majority of that class taking a quiz, we did not have very much time to actually get to know him. This now being the sixth week, he was no longer with us, and we were back to the precept who had covered our first two weeks of recitations – this time, for good.
I finished recitation and walked back to my room. The plan was to study until 8:30, at which time I was meeting up with a friend for dinner. I studied, went out to another dining hall to eat with her, and then arrived back in my room.
During dinner, I discovered that Musaub had texted me, affirming that last Friday had been very fun and he couldn’t wait for this week to be over. Like the obsessed fangirl I am, I fretted over how late I could reply, as well as what to say. Finding it in my best interest to not act stupid, I texted him back casually, roughly an hour later.
However, after dinner was over, it was getting to be late, and I still had creative writing and spanish homework to do. I studied as my friend napped in my room, and once she woke up, we both spent the remainder of the night studying.
Musaub visited. ❤
Thursday: In bed by 2:45am this morning (quite early – a true accomplishment), I was kept awake by a noisy friend until well past 3:30am. Angry, annoyed, and resentful because I had a class at eight this morning, I tried to fall asleep, to no avail.
Oh and then, I overslept my alarm. I woke up at 8:30, and missed creative writing! And today being the day my work was to be workshopped, I was quite upset. I have yet to come up with a viable excuse to email my professor.
It being heavily snowing outside, I was in no desire to walk into class forty+ minutes late. I woke up however, and studied until I decided to take a break and write out this livejournal entry.
My midterm is now in less than two hours. I am, to put it quite frankly, screwed.
Oh, and I lost my ID.
>>>>>>> Sunday, 2/28/2010
The weekend now being complete, pretty much, I’m going to update this entry. With two hours left to teach myself half a semester’s worth of readings, I realized the best I could do was learn the two major concepts I was going to be writing essays on. Most information on that had already been memorized, and I found myself with more free time than previously anticipated!
Creative writing professor still needed an excuse, so I concocted one that involved a sob story – delayed buses, damned snowstorms, and my great unease at missing my workshop. He replied most agreeably.
I have a private workshop with him Thursday after class. Score! This’ll probably be more helpful than a group workshop would have been, come to think of it.
Time for midterm. Which, surprisingly, did not screw me over as I thought it might. It went well, I finished both essays and was outta there with 10 minutes to spare. Let’s see how I did – midterm grades will probably be up in a few days anyway.
Left that, got soup with Carolyn, and then headed over to work.
Work itll 4:30. Spanish till 6:10
Got back to my dorm room, hating the weather and life, but happy the week was (essentially) over. Checked my NYU inbox and discovered, to my dismay, that the performance of "The Tempest" that I was to view that night at 7:30pm was most definitely still on. Angry, I then made my way through the disgusting snowslushmushfilth that lined the streets of New York City to the subway, rode it to BAM, and watched The Tempest. After that, I ate at a random chinese food place by the subway still open at 11pm – the homeless black dude kept me great company.
Shudders. I got back and collapsed on my bed! The week was OVER (keep in mind I have no classes Friday). Except then, two minutes later, it wasn’t over as I was informed that I had to head downstairs to a friend’s room. I edited her essay and chilled out on my bed again.
Friday: Friday morning started off great! Alarm set at 9:00 AM. Alarm rings. My phone then kindly informs me that the University has shut down for a snow day, there being several inches of snow on the ground at this point. That + overall road/sidewalk conditions made the snow day one that we’d been expecting.
Musaub texted me two minutes after NYU left me a voicemail/missed call/text message telling me there was no school, and further verified there was no school. He then exclaimed he would enjoy sleeping, and I, after sleepily assuring him of the same, resumed sleeping.
Finally rousing myself, I didn’t do too much the entire day, and before I knew it, it was time for Musaub and I to head down and watch our movie. We watched the movie…I got the vibe that he wasn’t really into it this time.
And then we went to the party afterwards! Had I known what would happen, I would most definitely have gone happily back to my dorm room. As it is, things did not go nearly as well as planned, and I ended up having a fairly bittersweet night. Here’s where the vagueness comes in.
If you don’t already know about Friday night, you’re simply not going to find out. Ever.
Saturday: Saturday morning, we overslept my alarm. I don’t think he’s ever calling me back. Nabila says otherwise. Overall a pretty lazy day, leading into a lazy night. Nothing remarkable at all has happened since.
Sunday: Lazy day. I’m pining away.
This isn’t fun anymore. Not one bit. I’ve been a complete grouch for no apparent reason. Or well, reasons my conscious mind knows not of, at any rate.
I also just don’t want to write anything right now, as if this isn’t obvious enough. I can’t concentrate on homework or focus on anything in general, and I’m not even hungover. I just wanna sit in the dark and mope. Once Luna heads out for the night, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.