March 8, 2008 The past week has been full of mood swings. Why? The weather can't decide what season it is. On the weekend, we had bucketloads, truckloads, even freightcarrier loads of snow. It seemed like it would never stop snowing. Then on Wednesday, it was about 50 degrees, sunny and beautiful outside. Thursday — blue skies and 40 degrees.
However, despite it being so beautiful outside, Wednesday and Thursday were miserable days. On Monday, my Jane Austen essay was due. On Tuesday, my creative nonfiction essay was due. On Wednesday, I did my Austen presentation. This left me no time during the week to work on my French essay due Thursday.
French is my hardest class this semester, partly because it's not based on creativity. Once upon a time, I was quite good at French. I spoke with little hesitation and my vocabulary was growing. However, I made the mistake of taking junior year off from French, because I was going to study abroad in England. I thought, "My French will surely not be too affected by this break." I was wrong. Now I speak haltingly and struggle for words I learned in high school. The moral of the story: don't take a break from foreign language! Anyway, the essay was on "les divisions dans la France," kind of a big topic. I decided to write about Catholicism and secularity. The essay took a long time, and I had to wake up at 6 a.m. on Thursday to finish it. However, I was very happy to turn it in at 9.
Thursday is my hardest day of the week school-wise, because I have class from 9-4 with a lunch break at noon. Because I have so many classes that day, I also always have a lot of work due on Thursdays. In short, I stay up half the night on Wednesday finishing Thursday's work and then must appear cheerful, energetic and intelligent in Thursday's classes. Ah, I love college.
Though Thursday's are long, they are also glorious at 4 p.m. when my classes are over. My next class won't be until 2:30 p.m. on Monday, and the weekend is blissfully long. On Thursday, walking out of Creative Nonfiction at 3:30 p.m., the skies were blue and beautiful. I suddenly had a wonderful idea, and called my roommate. The conversation went something like this.
Me: "Erin, I'm finally done. Wanna walk down the hill and go to College Street Cafe?"
Fifteen minutes later, wearing sneakers, jeans and a sweatshirt, we set out down the hill. It was wonderful to be outdoors, taking a walk, free of work. It's amazing how much you can enjoy the company of someone you eat with, sleep next to and see several hours a day. We gossiped and ranted about the week, and a smile never left my face. By the time we reached the cafe, my cheeks were sore from smiling so much.