Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is faithful
Today I stood in line to sell my books back to the bookstore. The unfortunate fellow in front of me was offered $10 for a book that he said cost $180. Thereafter I felt lucky to receive $43 for a book that originally cost $140, although I obtained it for $70, used, from a girl who’d taken the class already. All told the books I sold back – which totaled about $200 to buy total – raked in a total of $56.60. Gee, I hope I don’t blow it all in one place.
Also today I spoke at length with my academic and MQP advisor, Professor Trimbur, who recently returned from London. He has big plans for my MQP starting with making me take Rhetoric of Visual Design D-term and reading two novels about live in the slums of London as the beginning of my research. But overall what we talked about sounded fine, not exactly what I want but still interesting enough. It will involve designing brochures and ads, and reinventing Commonside Community Development Trust. Their goal apparently is to help the regeneration of some certain parts of Merton, and my job may be partly helping that too. Also he casually mentioned that I would certainly have to plan on taking a 1/6 credit A-term to complete the MQP as well as working on it over the summer after I returned from London; it was, he said, quite standard. Poop.
Then I found out that although I just took Biodiversity and got an A in it this term, some of my Clark credit already transferred to cover Biodiversity here. So I have a duplicate class and that means I have to do some fancy footwork to get the Clark class counted as a different WPI biology class before the CR from the Clark credit gets replaced with the A from this WPI class. It is very confusing and frustrating, and the lady I needed to talk to was not in her office so now I am compelled to put it off until the beginning of D-term, when it will be almost too late for me to switch out of the Bio class I am signed up for. All this last-minute shuffling around stresses me out, but at least I had Nora along to knit and be cool while I did all this talking.
And we all know how much I like talking. So I will keep talking, this time about my Rhetorical Theory final exam. I fear for my grade because I had a really hard time coming up with a good thesis about the Martin Luther King, Jr. speech. Somehow I feel that my whole premise sucked even though I filled two bluebooks with my rhetoric. Yech. That was a very long two hours, and probably the worst essay test I have ever taken.
– KF –
1 day to home.