No. Sleep. Til NOLA.

Professor Fisher hates freedom.

That's why she assigned four essays for our mid-semester take home final. The best part of the test was the "What's the worst thing you can call a man/woman?" brainstorm. A good time was had by all at the impromptu all-hall brainstorming session. Today in class, Ashley from sub free told us that her friends came up with much "nicer" names. Pssh. Those sub free kids are a HOOT.

I finished what I could of the test at 3:30 this morning then picked it back up again at 6:45. Three hours does not constitute a night of sleep. Three hours is a nap on a Saturday afternoon. I apologize, Kathleen, for keeping you up. Glow of the lap top/frantic typing noise v. Snoring. Hmmmmmmm...

Tonight is my last ReNew Orleans Alternative Break meeting before TAKE OFF. We'll discuss travel plans and go over the week's itinerary. I'll be late and I'm considering not telling anyone and just running in, tears streaming down my face. Bowling is every Monday. I SWEAR I marked off the 7-10 PM time slot when we were scheduling meeting times. I really REALLY need to study. I power napped for 15 minutes in the Fireplace Room before Spanish today. When I arrived in class, I remembered that all of my work was exactly half finished. Ben talked a lot nothing and with many grammatical errors. He's going to get really high marks in participation, though. This irritates me. Instead of participating, I started my Christmas list and brainstromed things I want to do with people I like back in B*Town. IKEA was number one. Coffee and bagel on Rail Road, number two. And eating chips at boulevard Park number three.

I have a two hour long monitor shift in the SRC library today. Last week, when I informed Lester that no one showed up to relieve me at 5:30, I stupidly volunteered to take the second hour. Ryan and I are going to picnic in the library because I have to leave for bowling at 6:30. I'm seriously considering not doing any work until tomorrow and peacing out before midnight this evening.

Professor Alfonso also hates freedom. She assigned 10 essays, five of which will appear on an in class exam. Of the five, we're required to select three "to essay." She wants five paragraphs for each piece. When the assignment first dropped, Jess Cheney tried her best to convince Alfonso that it is almost physically impossible to write 15 coherent paragraphs in a 50 minute class period. She didn't care. We were given the prompts ahead of time for a reason. I'm writing eight and submitting the three strongest that appear on the final cut. By weeks end, I will have written 13 essays, completed an oral presentation on a local monument, and passed(?) a Spanish exam.

Holy crap.

I leave for New Orleans at 3:30 AM this Saturday. In less than 110 hours, I'll be snoring on a plane feeling really good about leaving Grinnell, Iowa behind for a week.