What is it with Thursdays and their penchant for the distractible?
I've only managed about ten pages of honest reading this night. Usually I am able to make a nest for myself hidden in the stacks, where I'm content to spend six hour stretches huddled with my endless pages of academic babble.
Today, notsomuch.
It's too gosh darn hard to ignore the hum of the florescent lights, the shufflings of collegiate feet, and just how very, very WHITE this building is. (What? No soothing pastels? Not even the occasional accent wall? I suppose the stairwell over yonder has an interesting Peach thing going on, but this is woefully insufficient. Why, you can hardly tell which students have grown pale and lifeless from study, their surroundings match them so well. Such is the character of Irwin Library... and of the reward those students who try to meet the expectations of academe receive. Not that I'm bitter or anything.)
I should probably be freaking out right now. I've an incomplete class to finish well within a month's time (Unfairness! Injustice!! ) on top of about four other research projects and the rest of my regular course load. I can't overstate how frustrating and questionable a position I find this to be. But I've belabored the matter too much in my "real" life to belabor it more in my virtual one. It'll get finished. But it seems a paradox that I must sacrifice my sanity to get a little piece of mind.
Yes, it's dark and late and oh so very cold, but I think I might go trod around the gardens for a bit. Better than wasting space here or in m'room.
Happy thought: My dear and wonderful fellow student Ashley Holmes describing the difference between sex and gender in our Science, Technology, and Society class today:
"Sex is what?s on your body or in your pants; gender is everything else."
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