31 Books

Here is a crappy picture of one of my desks right now. I have organized this desk as a place to put all the books and materials for one of my classes.

ONE. OF. MY. CLASSES.

I just counted, and there are 31 books in total on the desk. This is not counting the 6 books for this class that I have on my bookcase, the 1 book I've lent to someone, or the 2 books I've already returned to the library this semester.

So that's 40 books for one class, for one piece of my Plan, one month into my Junior 2 semester.  I mean, luckily I don't have to read all of them. Some will be very useful, and some won't be used at all - I'm told this is all part of the process. Still, it looks impressive when I write it out.

I've been having some Planic this past week; everything about it seems absolutely terrifying. The problem is when everything seems terrifying, I usually deal with it by avoiding doing anything at all costs. Not a particularly productive tactic. I suppose writing in this blog is another way to avoid things, but at least that's what it's for, so I don't feel as bad as when I watch the new season of The Office (which is terrible, and has been for four or five seasons).

I guess I'll clean my room some more now and make dinner, because neither of those things are scary.

p.s. Additionally, here is a crappy picture of what my bed looks like now that I've cleared off the desk to store my Plan books:

If I keep it like this, I suppose I won't be prone to nap as much...

Mild Progress = Sick

So I have a lot to report on the Plan front now that school is up and running.

I'm taking two classes, two Plan seminars, and one tutorial this semester: Shakespeare's Histories and Romances, The Craft of Fiction, Geraldine Plan Seminar, Paul Plan Seminar, and The World of Hamlet (Elizabethan theater history tutorial). Kind of a perfect semester. I've spent the last four days slowly digging myself back into the delightful, never-ending hole of academia. I've written some pages of fiction (not great, but a start!), written a short paper on King John (not great, but a start!), and I've somewhat figured out how to do conduct my historical research.

But.

Now I have a sore throat, fever, and swollen glands. What. The. Hell.

I just can't win, can I, body? You suck.

Back to drinking raspberry tea and reading. Because I can't talk/go to class.