Done, or so I thought

Tomorrow is the embarkation (yeah, I don't think that's a word either) of the grand social/academic experiment known as reading period. For two blessed days before finals, we are supposed to be free of classes and homework; our eyes are now on that prize known as finals week, known as two-hour-long exams and multiple pages of essay-ing. We have tomorrow, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday to prepare ourselves for the impending doom.

I also have a class tomorrow, during reading period, on Foucault. Thanks, sosc professor. I appreciate that. Granted, it's technically "optional," but he said he would not hold it unless everyone showed up, and for some reason a lot of the people in my class want to talk about Foucault yet again, so there we go. An hour and twenty minutes of Foucault tomorrow to brighten my reading period. Our paper (5 pages) on Foucault is due Monday, and we're supposed to bring in tentative outlines and stuff tomorrow, so I guess this could actually be a productive and helpful class period, but I'm rather attached at times to the idea of a lazy reading period, kind of a proto-weekend before I have to spend the actual weekend studying, reading, and writing for hours on end.

This reading period kind of looks like it will be anything but lazy, what with sosc and Wait, Wait Don't Tell Me tomorrow, teaching Friday, finding time to submit my Rome deposit and talk to the study abroad office, and probably other sundry things I'm not aware of yet but which will pop up out of the woodwork. Finals week itself will be moderately insane; my astro final is Monday at 1:30, my Foucault paper is due Monday by 5pm, my take-home final (three comparative essays of different artworks) for art history is posted on noon on Tuesday and due by 11:59 am Wednesday, and my Italian final is at 8am on Wednesday. And then I have to get ready to trek to the airport on Thursday to fly home for ten days for spring break. During which I have to secure employment for the summer if at all possible.

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