Blink and the semester is nearly over. One month from today, I will be wrapping up my library classes for the semester. One month and ten days from today, I will leave for New York and fly home for a month of well-earned downtime. Where have these eight weeks gone? It’s unreal.
Classes have gotten steadily more interesting – I daresay I now actually enjoy reference. Children’s literature has exposed me to some great books I’ve never read before, and has reminded me of the magic of childhood. There’s something about the sense of wonder and curiosity that kids look at the world that I find inspiring, and it makes me want to run out and start writing children’s literature if only I could adequately capture said sense of magic. Maybe one day…maybe next year. Curriculum is well…curriculum. The professor is a lovely person, but the content feels largely pointless, and I wish that the class were structured differently.
So much to do, so very little time. And then there’s my novel. Which is crawling along at a dreadfully slow pace. And then there’s my unfinished fanfic, which I desperately want to finish but can’t carve time out for just yet. Thankfully this week is a holiday on Thursday (woot!) for Veteran’s Day, then class again, then THANKSGIVING! So very excited for that.
Crunch time is just around the corner, but I’ll make it through. But maybe I should set up my bed first.