For the benefit of Mr. Kite

This week is a whopper of a week.

Today my group had to do our presentation on Wes Anderson for COM. All went fairly well, although we didn't take up the full 45 minutes. The professor nodded several times and seemed to take notes that took some considerable concentration. I'll take that as a good sign.

Tomorrow my Creative Nonfiction class is workshopping my latest piece. When I turned it in last week Pierce walked by to pick it up, looked at it, then at me and said "No title" and clucked his tongue like my grandmother. Last time we went over one of my pieces Pierce asked me to learn the english language. I'm not sure he enjoys my work.

Thursday I have a paper due for my other English Class, 1945-present literature. Really interesting stuff. I'm not exactly sure what to write my paper about. On my last paper my professor said "despite all its obvious strengths, I'm not sure you answered the question put to you. Next time try to answer the prompt." He liked my work, just wasn't right on target I guess. So I'm trying to be more careful this time.

I also want to send out shirts to some consignment jobs that I haven't done and should have last month. I also want to clean out my closet and get stuff ready for the Salvation Army. I also want to write more, just for funsies and read some books. There's a lot I want to do and more I need to do, but I'm not sure I'll find the time. The human drama continues, no?