My semester is a train wreck. It derailed, went off a cliff, flipped over a few times and landed with a loud crunching noise. Smell the air: burnt metal, burnt flesh.
In a couple of days, when finals period is officially over, they'll fish my mangled body out of the carnage, and someone will say, "But where are: two final papers, four problem sets?" I will groan and whimper, and bleed out on their shoes.
Go, AMZB, go! Finish those papers!!
ReplyDelete-Emily
My last semester at Harvard, I ended up not finishing two papers.
ReplyDeleteThey're subtle.
Sometimes I think I'll get to them eventually.
Who is that?
ReplyDeleteI don't know you, actually. Other than our impersonal (and pretty time-distanced) connection through Ma H.
ReplyDeleteI was using the "random" button this morning and found your blog...then saw this.