I’ve said it before, and I’ll likely say it several more times:
When I have good days, I never have good-all-the-way-through-from-sunup-to-sundown good days. I have no-sleep-last-night-zit-on-my-nose-could-this-get-any-worse days that magically morph into good days.
This morning, for example, all signs pointed to a bad day. Well, by my above logic, I suppose that when things were dismal I should have suspected that a good day was on its way, although just because I’ve identified a pattern doesn’t mean I can make predictions… Come now. Who do you think I am? (insert name of famous scientist/mathematician here)?
Back to the signs, though: I got six hours of sleep last night due to (I’m ashamed to admit) some last-minute wee-hours studying that was altogether unbecoming of someone in her last semester of college. The temperature read -17 degrees when I awoke, and didn’t rise any while I ate breakfast, showered, and swathed myself in as many layers as I could find.
Long underwear, wool socks, fleece socks, Underarmour mock neck, sweatshirt, neck cozy (made up name. It’s like a fleece headband for your neck, only about 6 inches wide instead of three), hat, mittens, winter coat, boots. And so forth.
Once I had trudged to campus, thawed out a bit, sat through Feminist Theory and Shakespeare, talked a panicked anthropology candidate back from the cliff after he learned his application hadn’t been received, and eaten a very underripe pear, I received two pieces of news that turned a Bad day into a Good one:
1. An important publishing company has asked the head of the history department (and one of my favorite professors) to do a review of a to-be-released tome. They also asked if she could select a few students to review it as well. And the professor asked me to be one of those students! It’s a grand opportunity that will not only be enjoyable (we all know I go nuts for history), but that will also look rawthur snappy on a future resume.
2. I’ve realized that for my Honors Capstone Project, I am allowed to use an existing project as a jumping-off point. This means that I can combine my beloved Virginia Woolf with some extra research and, as the nasty saying goes, kill two birds with one stone.
This also means another semester of Woolf talk. I hope you can handle it. I suspect you can.
P.S. Just ate some cereal for a snack. Just spilled said cereal all over Mac’s keypad. Milk and technology don’t mix very well, for the record. I’m trying not to view this as punishment for bragging so much about my good fortune.