reading:
John Bowe (ed): Gig: Americans Talk About Their Jobs
Gail Simone: Birds of Prey
Sarah Vowell: Take the Cannoli
Howard Zinn: People's History of the U.S.
Today is the Day of Three Finals. Final 1, this morning, did not go so good. The only thing I did right was avoid reaching the "Oh, fuck it" stage until the last question or two.
Once again, my studying was inadequate and failed to review the major things that ended up being the focus of the exam. Fortunately, though, I have a strong suspicion that no one will ever make me take another exam again. Unless it comes up in Playwriting next semester. Or Interactive Multimedia, which is far more likely.
It's strange, to be thinking "this is my last fall semester, this is my last Christmas break." I don't really know what I'll do with myself come next year. I don't know if I know how to live in a world without school.
I guess, though, that having a job isn't too different. Except for the part that you get to have a life separate from it.
It's a bit premature to be thinking about this, though. First I have to write the rest of my screenplay (~40 pages, due next Monday), revise all of it (~100 pages, due the 16th), and write the rest of my Six Feet Under spec (~45 pages, due the 16th).
Oh, and survive the next semester. And also, get a job. And also, get a life.
wish the future was behind me and i was floating in my past.