time is an illusion; lunchtime doubly so

[theladyrose]

It feels like it ought to be the end of the week already; perhaps it's because I've had to get a lot of big things done lately. I've turned in my first college app and an English essay. This evening I finished working on a new Counterpoint layout (well, Alex and I still have entertainment and sports to do but that should be pretty quick) and my senior page. Due to my indecisive obsessive-compulsive tendencies, I redid the entire thing at the last minute in Photoshop. The design isn't exactly what I wanted it to be-originally I wanted to do a photo montage of sorts-but as I didn't have the time or the resources, I'm fine with the way it is now. Surprisingly I had problems trying to pick the perfect quotation, but I'm satisfied enough with what I have.

It's strange to think that there are so few requirements left that I have to do as a senior. Soon my senior talk will be written (well, hopefully) and delivered a few weeks from now. And then I just have to somehow finish college applications if I work up the motivation to meet with an English teacher to discuss revisions. I don't really see things as "this is the last time I will do this" for some reason; I never thought "This is my last father-daughter dance" or "This is my last tie ceremony" or "Only thirty-odd days until I'm a second semester senior." It's all the moments in between that I find more interesting.

The way I've been getting through things is by thinking "Once I get X done, I only have Y more things to do." In some strange ways I find work very soothing; I like the sense of crossing things off of a to-do list and being able to push aside what's bothering me when concentrating on a task. Yet the steady march of assignments that keep croping up are starting to wear down. I want the slogging to be over so that I can move on to all of the other things that I've been putting off, all those messages I've been meaning to write but haven't had the time to do.

Oh, and I'm not flunking Italian after all!

This, my friends, is a personal cause for celebration. I must say that the student described in my comment cards sounds much more intelligent and more dedicated than me...

Comments

[lacesilkvinyl.livejournal.com]

I must say that the student described in my comment cards sounds much more intelligent and more dedicated than me...

Yeah, I noticed that too .... 'cause I kinda watched my teacher check off those boxes on the Teacher Evaluation forms while I was addressing the envelope and trying to figure out how much two ounces was.

I'm having such a hard time with my essays, especially the "Why University X?" ones. I never seem interesting... well, not interesting in the good sense. I could write about how what little social skills I was born with have been slowly wasting away into nothingness thanks to the internet. But I'm actually trying to sound appealing. Only, how many lesbian writers do you think a women's college would come across? A bazillion?

Right, French story due tomorrow. Love you.

[lacesilkvinyl.livejournal.com]

So comment cards are not... nevermind. Me and my East Coastyness.

[eyepiece-simile.livejournal.com]

I completely know what you mean on the comment cards. Want to hear what biotech said? She said that I was "extremely moved" by the speaker who talked about baby surgery--euphamism of the century! What did you end up getting in Italian?!

[horosha.livejournal.com]

For some reason, I read that as "I'm not fucking an Italian after all!"

Bedtime for me.