I doubt people still read this. But I have to get into a writing mood to write this assignment I have due in two hours, so I figure this is a good space for my literary workout.
There's an awful lot of anxiety around me since we're heading into finals week and it's all the more disturbing to think that this may be my FINAL finals week and that these may truly be my last days in school. This scares me, because I don't find myself wisely endowed in the arts to enter the real world. I realize I already live in the real world, yet the reality has yet to set in while I'm sheltered in this institution.
I'm also worried because, as my writing level in English steadily progresses, I realize the danger I have in my plan to go to Japan from that quick plummet I took last winter when I spent one month overseas that caused me to lose one semester's worth of English growth. It's like someone cutting your legs from under you. Aside from the obvious excruciating pain, I had to deal with the first few months of awkward gawkiness in prose which, to be honest, I've yet to come out of.
I read some of the papers I wrote last semester (pre-Japan trip) and am amazed by the level of writing. I can't even understand how I was able to use some of the words I used. Not to mention, my verbal-to-aural sponginess has lost its absorbency. (i.e. all the stuff I hear in class, I absorb immediately, and am able to use it fluently in my papers afterward).
Of course, now that I have used up ten of my precious minutes needed to write my assignment, I will take my leave. Is blogging losing popularity? (oh well)
I feel compelled to write...mainly because I refuse to write this story I'm working on for my "creative writing" class...which I just shrugged-in my shoulders for whilst typing, possibly indicating my lack of respect for it. Ha ha, who am I kidding....(and now I'm laughing quietly in the lab...because I just typed "ham" instead of "ha" and found it painstakingly hilarious). I'm pretty sure "painstakingly hilarious" is not a real phrase nor does it make any sense. Yet I use it because here, no one will stop me. Will you?
I wish summer were here (since it gets so nice and warm) but at the same time, summer and me enjoying the weather would indicate that I'm jobless and lazing about, not good signs for a graduate. Hopefully, I will be working some job by then (whether supermarket cashier or well-dressed office employee). To be honest, I kind of want a well-dressed cashier because they're just so cool to talk to when you get to the register and you're like, "damn man, where you get those pants at? I wants a pair too" (but without the obligatory slang 'cause I'm not cool enough to use it...)
And now I'm looking at this last paragraph I just wrote and am wondering if it's "I wish summer were here" or "I wish summer was here"???? Meh, ESL, I'll use the crappy excuse...though...I guess I'm not allowed to? since I'm an English major now. Oh, so sad. English. No offense to English majors and teachers...just...just...I...I've never been good at English...and now I'm majoring in it...and stumbling over my words...and getting strangely weirdly good grades in some classes and terrible grades in stuff I thought Iwas good in...and I want to jump off a cliff sometimes but lack the courage to, etc etc.
Okay, long-enough rant for now. I need to write this story.
I'm back at the house for the night so I can take my proficiency exam tomorrow. Nervous? Not really. More like mildly irritated by the fact that I have to be dragged out of my death rally of papers to take a test I haven't really studied for. Oh well. I'm not expecting any great results. I mean, how much can be done in 2 months for an exam people spend a whole year (or more) studying for....?
Oh, and I was counting the number of papers I had left to do today...12. 12 papers, 3 days to write them.
I thought it was raining...hearing the sounds from my window. Rather than walking to the window to peek through the blinds and check, I went online to the weather site.
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