I write this on the Sunday before the headlong downhill rush into finals, the workweek spoken of with trepidation on college campuses. Legend has it that Dead Week was so named for the deserted nature of the campus, many classes supposedly being suspended in favor of allowing students to fill their waking hours with studying and frantically pulling off final projects. Now, of course, with half the classes having “one last exam” or “having the final paper due this week so you won’t have to worry about it during finals,” the adjective in Dead Week refers more to the students themselves.
I, dear readers, like many of my university fellows, have honed the necessary skill of procrastination (hence this post). Despite having two video projects, one research paper, and one lengthy story accompanied by an analysis of my own writing style due in the next week, I choose instead to sit and manipulate pretty colors on a blog I had utterly forgotten I had.
But how else am I to spend my twenties if not misusing time and making up for it later with a quad shot from my favorite coffee shop? 😀
Who am I?
I’m a twenty-year-old undergrad with a surprising lack of student debt, looking forward to decorating her first apartment next year and preparing for a career. But all that matters to most people is that I’m a creative writing major and thus doomed to a life of unemployment – at least according to them. (If you didn’t catch the Lizzie Bennet Diaries reference(s): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KisuGP2lcPs&list=PL6690D980D8A65D08. You’re welcome).
Why should you care?
Well fine, if you want to be that way. I think I’m hilarious. And occasionally profound.
What’s this blog about?
Oh, a little of this, a little of that. Haven’t really decided yet. I’m a college student – focusing is not my strong suit.
Shouldn’t I be getting back to my homework now?