My fourth week of the spring semester is approaching and it feels like it has been months already.
I’ve been consistently spending my weekday afternoons and nights at the library, dutifully checking off all my boxes, from Cell Bio reading to physics problems to lab reports. Reading that back, it doesn’t sound like much, but I’m constantly aware that if I don’t keep at it, I will fall behind and feel terrible, and eventually stop trying to catch up.
I’ve managed to keep myself sane with some personal reading. I finished The Book Thief by Marcus Zusak, which was, as I had expected, touching and sad and dark and light-hearted all at the same time. I also read Agatha Christie’s Poirot mystery, Cat Among the Pigeons, which was a fun, quick read, although nothing will compare to the initial shock of The Murder of Roger Ackroyd, or the in-depth characterizations in The Hollow. I even got to read The Bell Jar for the first time, which surprised me both by how much I could relate to it and how alien it was.
On this late Sunday morning, I’m trying to power through some leftover work, which I have legitimately been unable to produce, as I’ve been couch-bound with some kind of virus since Friday.
I just want to get this all done so I can watch Once Upon a Time tonight. (!)
