  I'm still reeling from the terribly depressing readings in my Colonialism and culture class. I'm having a lot of trouble processing all of the horror, and it makes me feel weepy.
Maybe it's just the lack of sleep and the new pill (BTW, my boobs have gotten HUGE. I can't understand it, and it's kinda uncomfortable. Though I admit, it's a little bit okay. ), but I am feeling weepy about everything in my history classes. It's "crunch time," in the parlance of our times (as the Dude would say): tonight and probably tomorrow I write a paper for western American history, I believe 5-7 pages. Next I'm going to get a rough draft done for seminar, then I'm going to meet with the prof. to discuss my outline, etc.
And either tomorrow or Thursday I have to go to the exit loan counseling, which I meant to do with Liz, but I'm way too busy today (how did it go, Liz?). Thursday I need to study for western American history final, and write up a reading journal, which won't be too bad, because the books are what I'm writing an essay about tonight.
Sunday is the final due date of the seminar paper (10-12 pages, expanding on an existing essay, which I got an A on. Yay! ), which I'll email in. Then I have my American political history final on Wednesday, Spanish America final on Thursday, and COMMENCEMENT on Saturday. Wow. How did it get so close to the end? Weird. Next step: the real world and a JOB. 
