A few exam week statistics:
- Papers written: 3
- Papers still to be written: 1
- # of footnotes in latest paper: 71
- # of empty 2L bottles of diet soda: 23
- # of weeks on Homework Emergency: 5
- Birthday dinners: 2
- Birthday cards: 5
- Birthday dances: 1
It’s been interesting. I wish I were really, really done. At different points I’ve been so tired I started bumping into things and forgetting what day it was. I want to be done. I wanted this week off so much. I have gardening to do, and dancing, and friends to catch up with. My life is waiting. I want to get back to it.
I did have a great birthday. Someday I’ll do another post of the other wonderfully silly songs my sisters left on my voicemail. I had a great birthday jam at swing. I was trying to duck it – Wednesday was one of the days when I was running into things. I wasn’t going to go to dancing at all, but I had books to trade with Bounce. My plan was to go, trade books, dance maybe three or four dances, and scoot before they remembered that I’d just has a birthday. Yeah, not so much. Bounce was late, and they caught me before I could leave. I even had my shoes off and everything. SG made me put my shoes back on. When I was done, no one was waiting to escort me to the floor. So I walked out into the middle, raised my arm, said, “Alright, I need a boy!” and just waited. SG started laughing. From behind me I heard, “That would be my job!” I turned and saw Bounce striding onto the floor glaring at the other guys, “The rest of you stay back!” It was ridiculous and dramatic and awesome. I think I laughed through my entire birthday jam. So much fun.