thursday 9.2, semester six, week four.
After yesterday’s mess, a twelve-hour night, and my translation classes, I’m back. I actually wanted to chill after lunch, but quickly got bored. So, when bored? Linguistics. Honestly, it’s the only class where I go to the lecture and seminar so happy to being there, then so happy doing my load of work, rewriting notes – whatever; everything for linguistics. I kept up with my literature work, checked my poetry midterms (I got confirmation that I will, at least, do an anthology AND write a commentary on Landscape with the Fall of Icarus – and more if I actually have time), and checked some terms from my literary criticism class. (Buying old library books for next to nothing is perfect to have no regrets highlighting the inside of it.)