One Down, Three To Go

The first leg of the London quarter is complete: we had our last class meeting with Murrin on Wednesday and our papers were all vaguely due on Wednesday, Thursday, or in email form at least for when he gets home to Chicago to read them. I am doing the latter and sending it by email tonight. I am still editing. When he said that we could email if we missed dropping them on Thursday, I decided I would take that opportunity and put a little love into the paper. Classic Michelle Procrastination struck last Friday, so while everyone ran off to lock themselves in their rooms and read and write and research, I did not hit the books until Sunday night. The problem I had with time was that I kept changing my topic idea and finally decided on Harry Potter meets The Mabinogion meets Voyage of Bran. The trouble is - now that I've typed out 15 pages! - I think I went off in tangential directions on aspects of these Other Worlds in these texts and I didn't restrict my handling of the texts to my thesis. So I think I'm just going to tweak my thesis so that the rest of the stuff fits. At least my conclusion and many of my ideas are good. I realize nowadays that I really have a problem with structuring papers. I should work on that. At least I have time for editing, though. Sometimes I just send the paper in. But I feel confident about the class nonetheless because I participated in class and didn't miss any of our class meetings, so as long as he digs the paper some, I think a B+ or A- is guaranteed. The paper would really have to impress to get an A. I don't know if it is, strictly because my organization of thoughts is wacky. But oh well.

Also, I have a newly found love of milk. I think it's just the milk here in England, but it tastes really good, so because I've been living off a lot of water and occasional packets of Crystal Light, and a Coke Zero here and there, adding the milk at dinner has been a change of pace. Maybe I'll make up for all the calcium I never got as a child.

Postcards ... I need to find some good ones and send some out.

McCain ... wouldn't it be funny if he ran his campaign as though he were Gollum, complete with Gollum's voice and mannerisms? "I promisesss tax cutses, my fellow Americanses." That's straight out of a hysterical conversation last night. I swear.

Europe ... where should I go for my 7th week break? I'm torn between going somewhere really exotic and out of the way, like a resort in Egypt, or to Croatia, or even Prague, which is actually not as exotic as it sounds - everyone wants to go to Prague to be exotic, so everyone there is not so exotic because there are too many people with that thought. But if you go to Morocco, now that's something. Hint: Yeah, I kinda want to go to Morocco. I mean, first choice is Greece, but it's basically out of the question. But I'll probably just end up dropping into Paris for a day or two and then visiting Ireland with everyone else.