Yes, it’s that time again: the time when all 3 of my professors put their evil scheming heads together and decide to have all our exams within four school days of each other. One tomorrow, one on November 4th, one on November 5th. I realize that this is a handy amount of material to test on, since in that time you can cover two (or, if you are my Geology professor, five) chapters. I can hardly complain; after all, I do alright on the exams, and my only pressure is to get an A on my Math exam to make up for my dismal performance on the last one. I have gotten 100% on all our quizzes also, so hopefully that will help.
Wow, life is good. Today was 50 degrees and sunny, a lovely change after the *ahem* snow of earlier this week. The leaves are all in the last stages of falling and color-changing so the ground is coated sometimes past my ankle with bright, crunchy leaves. Ian and I went for a walk into the ‘burbs for over an hour, finding a lovely little house for sale; I estimate it would sell for between $150,000 and $250,000 – unimaginably cheap at home, but pretty standard around here. We dreamed about it for a bit, then came back down to earth.
Funny how even just 3 days of class drains a body. Have been working lots & sleeping very poorly, much to Ian’s consternation. I have to edit a couple things and then will be able to submit my internship app to the Seattle Times; I couldn’t find anything about internships on the King County Journal’s site so I emailed the head of the HR department, who replied saying she forwarded my inquiry to an editor. Hopefully somebody I contact will be interested. Please, God. Had a worse-than-normal friend sighting week: only met with Lesley once for lunch, and she was it. I miss having friends; I do hear rumors of Kristin and Jos visiting on Sunday, but I try not to get my hopes up too much. Such good things don’t happen to me.
Boy, I never realized what a lot of maintainance an apartment would require! First we put in 3 straight days of backbreaking cleaning (think: me in deep dark corners sweating to stick down covering on our ugly plywood shelving) in August; continual cleaning up after The Boys; and this week alone we’ve cleaned up from a dropped pickle jar (me mopping the kitchen; it seemed muddier after I did that than before, raising questions of the floor’s actual composition), chipped out the freezer in an effort equal to an arctic expedition; and now our toilet remained persistently clogged (envision Ian laboring away with a tiny plunger and a waterfall to rival Niagra coming over the edge). Happily we have found ourselves equal to all these challenges, and we’re still able to find energy to feed ourselves!
First snowy day of the year – mark it – October 23rd, though Kristin said it snowed at 7:30 yesterday morning, nobody else I know was up to verify that. Peoples’ reactions have been quite varied; I entered the shuttle this morning after 10 minutes of shoulder-hunched waiting, said “Good morning!” as usual, and Bob the driver growled, “What’s good about it?!” On the other hand, many people seem enthusiastic about winter’s onset judging from the number of away messages of this type: “SNOW! :D” As for myself, I don’t mind either way just so long as our hill remains walkable and I find my lost favorite pair of gloves (hunch: I may have left them on the shuttle where I leave everything important).
Today I have titled Defrost The Freezer Day in honor of us doing just that action on our 50,000,000-year-old (at a conservative estimate) fridge. Only it wasn’t so much “defrosting” as chipping a glacier out of the fridge with a screwdriver and hammer. There were literally several inches – no I’m not exaggerating this time – of ice that had accumulated on the top and bottom of the freezer. This is ignoring, for the moment, the 3″ or so of frost that liberally covered all the walls. I have taken a couple of pictures, one of the ice itself, and one of Ian at work.