Today is an historic day my friends.
A day, as they say, that will live in infamy. A day for the books. A day to be celebrated. A day of wonder and joy.
Today, I turn in the last two finals of my first semester. Turn in. Done. Can’t look at them anymore, won’t look at them anymore, goodbye, see you next year, adios, hate to see you leave but love to watch you go.
I can’t say it hasn’t been a bumpy ride. This semester has had its trials, its tribulations, its joys, its sorrows, its mysteriously unexplainable illnesses which the doctors are still scratching their heads over…
But I did it. And I’m still standing (though barely due to aforementioned mysterious illness). As of this afternoon, I will be free to enjoy a few weeks of working on other projects and reading things that I want to read before I dive back into the fray in January.
For now, let’s have a look at the things that I’ve done this semester. A re-cap, if you will; a sentimental journey into the past three and a half months.
I have seen seven plays (not bad, but not great… will do better next semester).
I have read four leisure books (before you start casting aspersions, remember that this is reading I did when I wasn’t in class, sleeping, reading for class, researching, or writing papers. Considering these books average about seven hundred pages a pop, I think that’s pretty darn good).
At the peak of my book hoarding, I had forty-seven simultaneously checked out library books. Every semester, I mean to do a count of total books checked out but this isn’t as easy to manage as you may think. I have a revolving door for library books and sometimes only keep a book for a single day before returning it… I really have to develop a more sophisticated tracking system.
I can’t even begin to approximate the number of pages I have read. Again, every semester I mean to develop a system to figure this out (either to scare or impress myself, I’m not certain which). I’m open to suggestions about either of these systems in hopes that next semester I can have an actual counter… and maybe a progress bar or something.
I have produced eighty-two pages of turn-in-able scholarly writing (if you think about that as a breakdown of pages per day I’m averaging 1.17 pages per semester day; not counting the blog or leisure writing. That’s pretty darn impressive, if you ask me!).
I have conducted my first bit of research based in interviews with real live people.
I have produced my first bit of turn-in-able scholarly research based solely in archive work.
I have narrowly avoided being eaten by velociraptors.
I have landed my first gig writing something to be published (book review, forthcoming, not a huge thing but it’s definitely a start!)
I have, on the whole, survived, more or less intact. This, again, is a gigantic feat. For many days, my mantra was “don’t worry, you’re a first year, you’re only expected to survive. Keep plugging. Don’t fret. Just keep going.” Hey, look, with the strategic application of that mantra, I did survive!
So now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go turn in my last papers for the semester. Then I’m going to go read something involving zombies and having no scholarly value whatsoever. Then I’m going to watch a movie that has nothing to do with my research or area of expertise.
Winter break, she is here at last.