The pace of academic life is a series of swells--crests of frenetic activity and troughs of langorous torpidity (I may have out-Thesaurused myself on that one). Well, it looks like I'm about to get hit by a bit of a tsunami for the next couple of weeks. Things had begun picking up, but now they are picking up with a vengeance. Which is kind of okay, because I am feeling decidedly antisocial anyway. I might as well be productively antisocial.
If only I could figure out how to surf through this whole process. Hey, a girl can dream, can't she?
If only I could figure out how to surf through this whole process. Hey, a girl can dream, can't she?