A Girl With a Sword

does that make me crazy?

The mezzanine level of the Cooper library at USC (I'm just going to call it that, okay, you all know I'm not in California, embrace the ambiguity) has a display right now of the manuscripts of William Blake. The Cooper library also has these long curtain things in the front windows made of lots and lots of little gold disks. They look like something from William Blake. I drove past the library last night and it was all the lit up and the front of it is all glass and it was so beautiful, which is funny because its a pretty ugly building. An ugly building where I've been spending a lot of time and will probably be spending a lot more. Undergraduates are everywhere. They all look like freshman to me. And they all act like freshmen too. I am loving Covenant College more and more the longer I am here. And I am hating the plaid shorts/polo shirt combination.

I may have just done something crazy. So I was taking a class with a prof who I could tell I would learn nothing from. So I dropped that and had this moment of panic when I realized that I was only taking three classes and I might actually have free time. Can't have that, academic stress is the drug that brought be back here. So I went and talked to the second language acquisition prof and, under the influence of panic and coffee, decided to take the SLA theory and methods class when I haven't had any SLA before. Now, in my defense, the SLA prof (who is a really interesting young German lady) said that I should be fine taking the class on no SLA, but I'm still worried. I mean, we have to write a research proposal. Plus, my Old English prof took us to the library and showed us every possible resource for Old English when all we have to write this semester is a little ten-page research paper (I like how grad school has got me thinking, "ten pages, sure, no problem . . ." don't think it'll work out like that in practice). And that was . . . a little intimidating. Now I'm just praying for time to breathe this semester. But what is grad school for, grad school is not for breathing. It is for working hard and not eating enough. Speaking of, I got paid today. So I might be Chatty this weekend for the big housewarming party. Just keep your eyes open . . .