The quarter is drawing to a close . . .

[philena]

I sit here typing, slowly returning to consciousness after a nap around 5:00--that horrible time of day when you know it's going to start cooling down soon, but you're so tired from fighting the heat that you can't stay awake any longer--and there's a lovely breeze blowing through my window. And it's blowing all the papers from my bulletin board, and several cockroaches (after almost a year of none!) have been sighted in the last two or three days, and people are emailing me constantly and making me feel guilty about not being in town, and my sister is leaving for Mongolia tomorrow for the next two years after having skipped out on the one weekend I managed to be at home before she left. And I'm terrified of my BA. I hope that when I return from California, towing Daniel along behind me, things will have rebuilt themselves to some extent.

В классе в пятницу, мы с другим студентом пытались разговаривать по-русски о наших докладах. Профессор, Валентина (она прикрасная. Кричит на нас.) сказала, что мы уже достаточно знаем, чтобы говорить о всем, что мы хотим. Только надо говорить просто, и если невозможно объяснить доклад просто, то мы плохо понимаем его. Я пыталась, и Брайн пытался, и, наконец, все выяснилось. Мы ничего не понимаем: не о докладах, не о классах, даже не о том, что мы сделали вчера вечером. Хорошо знать. Жизнь проще сейчас.

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[philena.livejournal.com]

:) Now what am I to do with the almost-ten-pages of my final paper that I've written so far? 'Twould be simpler to throw them away and become a hermit. But I'm too lazy to hit "delete."