Naps are good.<\/p>\n
Except when my mom wakes me up suddenly, demands I do something and then
\nstarts telling me something important while I’m still not even sure where I
\nam, what’s going on, or even who I am.<\/p>\n
That happened early this evening. I was taking a nap because I went to bed
\nsometime around 11:30 last night, got up at 2, procrastinated for a couple of
\nhours before buckling down on my paper on Shakepeare’s _Henry IV_, finishing
\naround seven something. Dad was proofreading it this morning and noting,
\n“This is your personal philosophy, Joanna.” Mom read it and asked, “Are all
\nyour papers autobiographical?” I reminded her that my last paper was “The
\nIrony of Evil” in which I discussed two of Shakepeare’s greatest villains,
\nIago and Edmund. “I didn’t include it in that last paper,” I told her, “but
\nI was originally intending to ask how someone could be that evil and then say
\nthat to find the answer all I had to do was look inside myself.” “I didn’t
\nmean it like that!” she exclaimed.<\/p>\n
I called ATR in Washington and set up an appointment for a phone interview
\ntomorrow at three.<\/p>\n
Functioning merely on caffeine and ginseng tea, I made the final alterations
\nto my paper and headed out the door, getting to school about 20 till nine.
\n With some time to kill, I wondered around the fine arts building looking at
\nthe “Art With a Southern Drawl” exhibit and then returning to my classroom,
\nonly to find it entirely empty. It was then that I remembered that class
\nstarts at 9:30 on Tuesdays, not nine. I can’t seem to function in a timely
\nmanner unless I set my alarm for one hour and 15 minutes before class starts.
\n And last night I got up at 2.<\/p>\n
Feeling pretty stupid, I went to the snack shop with Elizabeth and read some
\nof my world religions text for the quiz we had today. The rest of the day
\nwent fairly normally. We’re discussing Christianity in WR, and specifically
\nthe sermon on the mount. When we got to the part about, “You have heard it
\nsaid, ‘Do not commit adultery,’ but I say to you that any man who looks
\nlustfully at a woman has already committed adultery with her in his heart,”
\nthe question of what lust is came up. Andy, sitting behind me, said, “Joanna
\nwill have an opinion on the matter.” I somehow became the spokesperson for
\nthe females in the group on how women think. I was hoping very hard that
\nwhat I said was what they thought. But all the girls nodded when we came to
\nstatement we agreed upon, so I felt a lot better.<\/p>\n
I found a couple of books on the National Education Association in the
\nlibrary and paid a huge fine on a book that was due about a month ago. Then
\nI purchased a tall cup of coffee and a pint of whole milk from the snack shop
\n(caffeine protein–a winning combination; kept me awake too) and went over to
\nShakespeare, where one of the theater majors insisted I sit down and play the
\npiano. People kept asking me, “What song is that?” “Sompthin’ I made up.”<\/p>\n
At the end of class, Allums said the papers weren’t due till Thursday. I
\nhanded in my paper anyway. I didn’t want to work on it anymore. I suppose
\nthe title was fitting–“The Triumph of Disappointment.”<\/p>\n
Then I came home, ate a plate of spaghetti, and crashed. Couple hours of
\nsleep last night, five the night before (thanks to you), four the night
\nbefore that. I’m going to bed for real tonight.<\/p>\n
Jonah (seems to be truly able to operate without much sleep)<\/p>\n
Oh, got another letter of rejection today. From the Pew Younger Program.
\n Guess that’s the end of that chapter [grin].<\/p>\n
Cara said I didn’t want an internship at Heritage. They’re boring, she said.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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