I’m getting nervous and so am starting to make lists.  What I’ve got to do over Thanksgiving is write a Mann paper on Samuel Johnson’s forward to Shakespeare, and write a chapter of my thesis, probably the one on messengers and soothsayers, because I’m putting of that damn chapter full of definitions.  If I do this before Sunday, I can spend all of Sunday reading, which would be awfully pleasant, amongst other things.  Furthermore, if I do this, the last couple of weeks here arn’t too too bad, in that they just have one more thesis chapter, a Dickens paper, and a V. Woolf paper, plus all the assorted reading that goes with that.  Yes…and I’ve got to finish applications for the future, oh, the future is damn haunting, and this is just true.  This is the thing: I’m tired of Pomona and I want to go home now.

It’s been a very effective semester; I’ve behaved almost entirely as I would want and have been quite good.  Though I haven’t been quite as productive as I often am, this is because several projects I engaged in I tried to engage in with massive quality.  We shall see how that quality works out, and if it doesn’t, well, if it doesn’t it probably means it shouldn’t, because if my efforts towards massive quality can’t get me to achieve what I’d like then I probably shouldn’t achieve it anyway.  This is just true.

Anyway, regardless of slightly limited productivity, I’ve been very healthy this term (not in terms of health, in fact my health has been quite poor), but I’ve been very calm-ish and very fit, and as always my wrists are quite thin.  I’ve been relatively happy (something that is sometimes tricky at Pomona) and focused on what I’m trying to do, and though I’ve been distant from people, this is perhaps just stopping to play along with some of what is ridiculous at Pomona and returning to normalcy.  I can’t wait to return entirely to normalcy, and it’s been very nice being calm and pleasant, rather than dealing in gossip and drama.  This is just true.

No, it’s been a decently productive term, and I’ve learned some quite important things (like cutting documents to a certain number of words) .  Very happy life is well within sight, and current life, though work oriented, is not unhappy. I recognize what I don’t like about student life now, what is genuinely less good than regular life, and I believe I see quite a likely end in sight, and so this is nice. This is very nice. Yes, many good, calm, strange things, and time passes.  It should be a fine Thanksgiving; I hope I use it productively.