First off, I swear I’m not going to let this turn into “The Fortnight, in a Word.” I’m just still in that tricky, beginning of the semester phase where everything is still kind of crazy and there’s not a lot of free time.
The past two weeks have been really hectic, if only because my classes have been throwing so much information at me I can hardly see straight. Add in the 20 hours a week of The Phoenix, and you’d already have a pretty tired girl. But there’s still more! The archbishop of Philadelphia reassigned the Catholic priest who was chaplain to Swarthmore, Haverford, and Bryn Mawr, and the past two weeks have been a flurry of good bye parties for him and getting acquainted with the new priest, Father Tom. On top of that, I’ve recently been deluding myself into believing that I have domestic talents like baking, and have spent entirely too much time making scones for the priests and myself, and brownies and cookies for my copy editors.
See what I did there? I spun the list of things I do into a really impressive and exhausting-sounding paragraph. And all of that’s true. I’ve been a bit sleep deprived for two weeks, especially the last few days. But I’d be lying if I made it sound like I somehow un-distractable.
For one thing, the more tired I get, the more likely I am to join my friends in a spontaneous dance party. These tend to break out while waiting for things to bake, or when a majority of people in the room are failing to concentrate on their studying. Usually Miriam will comment on how fierce Beyonce is, or how much she hates having “Hit Me Baby One More Time,” stuck in her head, and then someone else will find a song on youtube. Before long, we’re marveling at my inability to move my hips and laughing til we have hiccups.
Then there’s television. Usually I’m good at avoiding it, but I knew that tonight I just needed to make time to watch the first episode of House with Mariah, thereby having my first hour of “Shut up, brain”-time in close to a month.
And of course, we can’t forget parties. I’m sure I’ve mentioned how disinclined I am towards actually going out, but I manage to have my share of fun, even if it is a bit unconventional. For example, a week ago, we threw a teddy bear wedding to celebrate Linda’s birthday. She always wanted to be a flower girl, so Miriam’s Darth Vader bear and my Pinky the bear were married in the Rose Garden so that her childhood dream could be achieved.
Between helping Hannah get ready for a party (utilizing my knowledge of toga-making for the first time since Latin II) and riding the shuttle for much longer than necessary so that Mariah and I can continue our conversation, I suppose I’ve squandered a good deal of time. I could have been memorizing Hebrew vocabulary, getting around to the optional readings in Sociology, or even updating this blog.
Call me an underachiever, though, but I have no regrets. My work, in and out of academics, is still getting done, even if it’s sometimes through divine intervention, and I’m learning a lot. And if I have to give my work ethic a bit of slack to have time to laugh and talk with my friends, I can’t complain.