To-do List

[mighty_aphrodite]

1. write two 3-4 page papers and turn in by 10:30 tomorrow
2. Finish final draft of thesis and turn in for grading on Friday
3. do vocab for three pages of Xenophon for Friday
4. come up with my tour spiel and cheat-book by Saturday
5. study for finals, including writing a 6-page final essay
6. find time to sleep

I am a busy person... but that's okay. Because after next week I get some nice time off from academia for a month, and then on to French... and a long reading list for grad school (but I get to read some of it in English). I'll be so glad for this bitch of an undergrad to be over so I can get on with things. And, at this point, I honestly don't care where it is going to get me professionally afterward, I just want the damn PhD. Once I satisfy my academic appetite, I can perfectly happily do nothing at all for the rest of my life.

I need this. I need to know that I'm not going to turn out like the rest of my family. I know, its terrible, but I really feel like I no longer have anything in common with my family. A tiny part of me wonders about the advisability of exposing my children to these people. They wanted something better for me than what they had, and now that I'm geting it, they are utterly befuddled. I begin to feel that everytime I go home for a visit, I lose brain cells. I sit there for several hours and watch American Idol with them. Then I begin to say things like "I'll tell you what" and generally act like a hick. Last night my sister punched me and dared me to try to do anything about it, so I sprained her finger for her. That's not me. I don't usually go all Jerry Springer at people. How hickish is my family? My mother wants to have a potluck picnic in the park to celebrate our graduation nexdt weekend. You know, most people who have first-generation college grads for children get a little more excited about it.

Granted, my parents have it rough right now. Dad had to apply for disability becasue no one will hire him becasue he has epilepsy now. I hate to tell him, but he probably won't get it. The women in Burlington who makes those decisions is a real bitch and she hardly grants it to anybody. She's denied disability to lupus patients who can barely walk. Nice lady.

Anyway, I don't want to end the evening on such a negative note, but I'm too tired to think of anything cheerful. My happy hamster mood indicator shall have to suffice.

Comments

[amethystarlight.livejournal.com]

My parents did the potluck thing at my graduation party. Of course, I also come from hicks (dad's side).