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So…finals, am I right?

This is my fifth round of finals and, to be honest with you, I am not a fan. I disagree with the premise of them. Mainly because I’ve spent my entire life with Harry Potter, so I know how easily final exams can be cancelled. Hogwarts cancelled final exams ALL THE TIME—too bad if you’ve spent weeks studying for your advanced potion-making final, Harry Potter discovered the power of friendship or whatever and now exams are cancelled.

Movies, Early Sunsets, and Trips

It’s wet and windy in Belfast today, and what hint there was of the sun has been gone since before 4. After a seminar this morning, and a poetry seminar tonight, I’m back in my room, with my back to the radiator. C of I is about to plunge into finals, and it’s a little strange to not have the same encroaching deadlines. Since my five essays aren’t due until Jan. 12th, I’ve only got two of them in progress. The poetry essays will get a start tomorrow though, so that my thoughts will have enough time to stew over the Christmas holiday.

It's Beginning to Look a lot Like Finals

You can tell when the season has come. The number of people in your morning class with coffee in hand has doubled, if not tripled. Eyes are red, with darker and darker circles underneath. Everyone is wearing sweatpants and pajamas to classes and no one even cares. Yes, it’s easy to tell when Dead Week is upon us and finals approach more quickly than anyone would like to acknowledge. In fact, this past Dead Week, I had to pull an almost-all-nighter to write a paper and stayed up later than I have ever previously had to while doing homework.

Miss Ashley Lives for a Day

The old adage goes “Those who can’t do, teach” which is a subtle, yet beautifully effective backhanded compliment to deliver to someone. I disagree with premise of it, however. I think it’s unfair and it doesn’t make me laugh, which is literally the only qualification I have for whether or not I like something.

I offer, instead, this counterpoint of sage wisdom: “those who are woefully unqualified to do, tutor.”

Five Essays, Two Months, Two Trips, and Too Much Chaucer

Now that it’s December, my time abroad is officially waning; I’ll be back in Boise in exactly two months. When I booked my plane tickets back in January, I was under the impression that semesters here run through January. And they do. Kind of.

Just Another Few Weeks in the Life of a Busy College Student

Well, it’s been a while since I updated ye olde blog! (You can blame my stubbornness in waiting for the best picture to be posted on the P: drive from fall break, as well as my professors for giving me lots of homework). Many exciting things have been happening here at C of I.

The Two-Month Mark

Long time, no blog. While last time I was just back from an apple festival and NI mountains, this time I’m just back from Amsterdam and Rome. I did Rome solo, and it was one of the best things I’ve done. I’ve never traveled by myself like that, and it was the ultimate in self-indulgence. All I did was eat gelato, look at art, and walk around. I was worried about losing my passport and being stranded in Italy, but I’m back unscathed.

Cool (and not so cool) Runnings

As (a frankly ridiculous amount of) snow made itself home on campus this last week, havoc was wreaked; havoc on the roadways, havoc on exposed skin, and havoc on my patience as the number of Frozen references I heard per hour skyrocketed to nightmare-levels. The snow refused to stop, chaos marred everything we did and the campus feared this forever winter would be are new home. The women wept, the men wept harder and with more desperate gusto, and the children remained stoic, oddly enough.

To Live and Die in Lab

The thing of it is, readers, is that I am a writer.

Five Women and the Fall Play

Everyone come to the play.

Seriously.

For all you college kids reading, there’s sex and drugs and rock and roll, partial nudity of a very scandalous sort, and women behaving badly.

For all you grown ups out there, the show is a provocative think piece on the duality of female relationships and the connection we have with our former selves after the duration of our formative years.

And also sex and drugs and rock and roll.

I am so serious right now.

Come. To. The. Play.

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