This particular part of my room is a mess of old clothes (which I tell myself I’ll do something with), ugly pillows (which my mom has lovingly collected over the years, bless her) and ill-planned electrical configurations (which da Lord knows I have no idea what to do about). I' still have about a week and a half of exams to go and so far it’s gone surprisingly well, save for History of Books, a subject that caught me off guard with a panoply of complicated technicalities which obviously escaped me until I’d turned my paper in and wailed a long, screeching “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” in my head. Anyway, perhaps it didn’t go as badly as I think, but fact of the matter is that this whole deal has made me quieter and far less upbeat than I was at the beginning of the week when I scored an unexpected 17/20 in my Sociology of Art exposé (based on this awesome essay on asylum art by Anne Bowler).
Vacationz, people! That’s all I’m talking about, really!