I nearly halfway through finals week and I feel like I haven't accomplished much and truth be told I really haven't. So far Monday night's exam has been my only one. It took six pages of handwritten essays to complete the exam and by the time I was done I could not feel my arm and had to go home and lay down for a few hours before I had the will to do anything else. Today was a nothing day, my only one for the week. I tried to get into the library and work on my paper, but here weren't any available study spaces in the quiet section so I ended up checking out about ten ancient books on Henry VIII and Catherine of Aragon and taking them home with me. The books were so old the library had to take out the old punch cards and replace them with the lined sheet so she could stamp the date on the back of the cover.
Reading through the books lasted about ten seconds before I took out my paints and started working on a new piece for my final portfolio that has to be presented on Thursday afternoon. Right now I have the required ten, but I'm not particularly pleased with some of my earlier works and want to beef up the collection I have. Around 6:00 I wiped the paint of my face and hands, I get really involved with my art, and drove up to watch my Hebrew Friend coach his tiny high school laxers. I sat in the stands behind the bench this time and even waved when he was looking in my direction, but apparently he is completely oblivious. In between whistles I studied for my Southern Lit exam that's supposed to happen tomorrow morning. I'm more prepared than I realized and only had to read a few of the stories and just look through my notes. The youth leaguers kept giving me funny looks while I read during the game. Eventually it just got too cold for me and I had to head home.
Ugh I just want play Scrabble.
Reading through the books lasted about ten seconds before I took out my paints and started working on a new piece for my final portfolio that has to be presented on Thursday afternoon. Right now I have the required ten, but I'm not particularly pleased with some of my earlier works and want to beef up the collection I have. Around 6:00 I wiped the paint of my face and hands, I get really involved with my art, and drove up to watch my Hebrew Friend coach his tiny high school laxers. I sat in the stands behind the bench this time and even waved when he was looking in my direction, but apparently he is completely oblivious. In between whistles I studied for my Southern Lit exam that's supposed to happen tomorrow morning. I'm more prepared than I realized and only had to read a few of the stories and just look through my notes. The youth leaguers kept giving me funny looks while I read during the game. Eventually it just got too cold for me and I had to head home.
Ugh I just want play Scrabble.
