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+ I wrote an 8-page paper in two hours.  I would not wish that on my worst enemy.  If I had a worst enemy.

+ Even though I knew driving home for the weekend would be a bad idea as far as study habits are concerned, I did it anyway.  And I didn’t study.  But I did manage to freak out, write a print article for Monday, and then realize that it was actually due on Tuesday.  Which was good, because I like to submit articles before deadline.

+ At some point, I decided I wanted to be crafty.  Aside from the lap robe I’ve been working on, my plans for the next week include making an upcycled bag from a t-shirt and upcycling rough drafts of articles and essays into a notebook.  I have plenty of both.  I have an American Eagle shirt with Arabic writing and an Old Navy shirt highlighting Morocco that would be perfect, because the AE shirt is too small and I never wear the Old Navy one anymore, but I’m too obsessed with the Middle East to get rid of them.

+ At the last minute, I decided to drive to campus on Monday.  For some reason beyond my understanding, the college decided that we needed to make up the classes we missed on Good Friday.  We also had classes on Easter Monday.  I had assumed that the semester would simply end on Friday, as usual.  And didn’t realize otherwise until about a week ago.

I deliberated whether to skip or go, and in the end, drove the +2 hour trip to campus on Monday morning, attended classes and drove the +2 hour trip home that afternoon.  It was fantastic.  Not really.

+ Tuesday was also insane with finishing two finals, including the 8-page reflection on one of my classes.  I seriously rambled for eight pages, and it was horrible.  I’d rather be concise and reflect in four pages.  Or, not reflect at all and just go home, but unfortunately the college administration doesn’t take kindly to that idea.  Darn.

On the upside, my mom, sister and I went to a local coffee shop to chat and I shipped a care package to Frank.

+ There was also a breaking news story with lots of legalistic issues.  I spent a good deal of Tuesday on the phone with the director of public safety and then on Skype with the co-writer of the article.

+ Wednesday was awesome.  My sister accompanied me to college, where I finished my Medieval History final exam in 45 minutes.  Then, we met with the student life editor (who has the same name as my sister) and the three of us ate lunch in the caf.  It was actually pretty decent; I had sesame chicken and a burnt French vanilla cappuccino.

Afterward, my sister and I went to the Humane Society to spotlight some of the animals.  She took photos while I took notes, which I’ll compile into profiles to be posted online and at the local PetSmart to hopefully bring more attention to the animals.

This is Kennedy.

+ Things were going quite swimmingly until about 9 p.m. last night, when the editor in chief called to inform me that the layout editor, the only person on the newspaper staff with a strong proficiency in Adobe InDesign, decided to catch up on academic work instead of finishing the newspaper.  Which meant that we were already behind deadline (the paper usually goes to press Tuesday night), without a layout editor or a paper in progress.  Well, golly gee.

The editor in chief suggested we just create a PDF to distribute, so I Googled the trial version of InDesign and told him (and the student life editor, who was with him at the time) that we could download the trial versions and lay out the paper ourselves.  He said it would be next to impossible due to time constraints; I said I’d rather make a go for it and fail than give up from the start.  So, I clicked “download.”

Did you know that Adobe InDesign can take four hours to install?

Because, it can.

Fortunately (sort of?), the editor didn’t get around to actually searching for a previous edition (so I’d have something to work from) until almost midnight, when the program finally finished installing (and actually, the first time around I received an error message and had to reboot my computer, and the whole time I was thinking about what a fantastic blog post this would make).  I then started laying out four pages of senior spotlights.  That means 16 photos to edit (minus the two that I couldn’t find), 16 articles to edit (and, in one case, write), and one paragraph written of a three-page final due earlier today.

I finally went to bed shortly after 4 a.m.

And then this morning, I received a phone call that the editor in chief was going to just post all of the articles to our website, so never mind the PDF.

PhotobucketHaha, Life.  You’re hilarious.


And to think that I expected the parking lot and sidewalk to be plowed by the time I left for class at 9:50 this morning.  To groundskeeping’s credit, someone did plow a straight line down the middle of the parking lot as I was making my way to my Jeep.  Although I have no idea how that is of any use to anyone.  One of my flatmates signed on Facebook this morning and noticed that someone had posted that public safety refused to pick her up due to weather conditions, and advised her not to drive.  What were we supposed to do, walk a mile to class barefoot uphill (both ways, of course)?  This is 2011.  Oddly enough, I followed the public safety van to campus.  At an intersection near campus, the van fishtailed accelerating through an intersection — even the city’s roads weren’t plowed, and there was well over an inch of snow/slush.

I parked near a driveway, but was too late/lazy/cold to scrape the snow off of the curb to make sure I was in the clear.  Yesterday, it was a fire hydrant, and I had to kick the snow off of the curb to see if I was in the yellow.  I wasn’t, but that doesn’t mean anything since most of the paint has worn off anyway, and I don’t have the regulations for yellow zone length memorized.  Not that the people who issue parking tickets take that into consideration.

One of my professors spent three hours driving to campus from Philadelphia.  He told us that, had he known it would have taken that long, he never would have left home, but once he finally left the city, traffic speed increased to a whopping 35 mph.

It’s been snowing intermittently all day.  When I went to Weis around 5:45 p.m., there was a thin layer of ice on my Jeep, and making my way down the sidewalk and across the parking lot was a challenge (though I did actually wear sneakers, instead of ballet flats).  On the upside, I bought blueberry waffles and Macaroni Grill Spicy Italian Sausage Pomodoro for tonight’s executive board meeting, which I hosted in my apartment (I love being hostess).  I’m in love with Macaroni Grill frozen food and boxed pasta (I’ve never been to a brick and mortar Macaroni Grill).  Which is horrible, because I don’t even want to think of all of the preservatives and everything else that I’m consuming.  On the other hand, considering the fact that processed foods have lately been the majority of my diet (Kix and Easy Mac, anyone?) . . . it probably doesn’t matter all that much.

Also, Alan was having difficulties in his two-wheel drive truck this evening, but he made it home safely.  There are three possible routes to use to reach my house, and all three have monstrous hills (one has a creek at the bottom).  Traversing them in winter can be tricky even with four-wheel drive.

Does anyone else have to work/attend class tomorrow?