It’s getting bad around here: I am really, seriously, 100% an English major. I’ve taken the plunge and committed myself to the cause, however noble it may or may not be. There’s no denying it now. Know how I know? … Continue reading
Sometimes all I can do is try. Often, even my best of tries turn out to be failures. Still, at the end of the day, I really am a hard tryer. Remember that exam? You know, the first exam I’ve … Continue reading
My arsenal of choice. Last night I took the first exam I’ve had in a long time (unless you count my last pap smear, but please let’s not talk about that). Did you know? In Canada, students “write exams” instead … Continue reading
Tonight I came home from my English classes after a long day of reading, writing, and note taking. I was exhausted. In between lectures, I can often be found pouring over textbooks in some dimly lit corner of the prison … Continue reading
As you know, I struggle with group projects. If I could have done it my way, I would have turned in this as my ballad: Death By Consumerism (Dedicated to Jdimytai Damour, 34 years) ‘Twas a perilous time to be … Continue reading
I am on a rampage. That’s right—I’m mad. Spitting mad, if you want to know the truth [though the spitting part has more to do with the phlegm I always seem to wake up to every morning, and less to … Continue reading
Image from here. In Mayberry, we all get our mail delivered to the community watering hole: The Post Office. This, being very different for a big city girl like me, has taken some getting used to. I have been known … Continue reading