Junioritis at its finest.

<-- This is how I feel right now. I have the worst case of junior burn-out ever in the history of the world, I think. Part of it is just because it's the end of the semester, part of it is because Rhetoric simply sucks, and the other part is because I have a slight mentality of "My goodness. I just beat cancer and now you want me to write an eleven page paper?! Haven't I been through ENOUGH?!"

Needless to say, that paper isn't coming along well. I had emailed my professor on Wednesday night with a list of questions that I needed answered or else I couldn't really proceed. I figured I would get a response that evening. Nope.

I had an inkling that I wouldn't get a response yesterday, as it was Thanksgiving, but when 5:00 this afternoon rolled around and I STILL hadn't heard from her, I was a little infuriated. That's a whole day wasted!

Well, not wasted, per se. I DID end up watching some of the "What Not to Wear" marathon after all. In my defense though, I only watched three episodes because they were ones I hadn't seen before; I refused to watch repeats. During the time that re-runs WERE on television, I tried to do research online for the paper, which turned out to be a fruitless effort. By the afternoon's end, all I had done for the paper was listen to my three speeches (I thought this would be a good idea because it would help me determine the tone, as reading a transcript can only get an aspiring rhetorician like myself so far), and come up with a list of characteristics common in at least two of them. A schema, if you will. (Sidenote: I LOVE the word 'schema.' I always feel smart when I use it).

Anyway, the other part of my day (well, my evening) was spent at the Olive Garden with Heather, Julie, Lauren, and Sarah. It was absolutely wonderful to see all of them; we all got the new chicken and gnocchi soup that they have there (it's out of this world) and I got the chicken con broccoli, too. We gabbed for over an hour and a half about boys and school and family and boys. :)

Now I am home sweet home. I finally received an email back from my professor, so tomorrow morning I will really start cracking on that paper, now that I know what the hell I am doing. But now I must go throw in a load of laundry and write out some Christmas cards. And, as I have done for the past five nights in a row, I am going to read until I fall asleep. It is going to be blissful <3