Busy.
That's basically the only word that can begin to encompass my life right now. For the past few weeks, I have been (thankfully) working, but at 30+ hours a week. It has been rough, I haven't really gotten a chance to breathe since the new library opened, but that's okay. I had almost forgotten just how much I love my job, and creating a new system for the new library has been quite the adventure. There really is nothing like handling books in a beautiful, new space--the new location sure makes going to work so much more enjoyable (especially since we have been having record-setting temperatures here, and the new library is a little A/C heavy).
Work isn't the only thing occupying my time. Its almost time for me to head back to campus, and I cannot wait. Saturday's the day, and at this point, Saturday can't come fast enough. I grossly
misunderestimated the sheer amount of things I have to do to get ready. I never really unpacked earlier this summer when I got home, but recently the realization of not having an elevator in my dorm finally sunk in. Thus, I've been unpacking my supposedly
pre-packed boxes, sorting through them to decide what I
really do need vs. what I
think I might need at some point in time (without ever really coming up for a situation which calls for both of my large, leather-bound copies of the complete works of Austen and Shakespeare), and condensing my life into smaller, lighter boxes which can easily be carried up several flights of stairs.
In doing so, I've decided that being an English major is not very conducive to packing lightly. My love of books is proving to be a difficult handicap. I have piles in my room here at home: books that are definitely coming with me, without any question or discussion; books I would love to bring, but could be potentially convinced not to; and books that can come only if I have room in my car when everything else has already been stuffed in. Unfortunately, the pile of the first category is massive, with very little in the latter two. It also doesn't help that my books are some of my most prized possessions. I don't want anything to happen to them at school (heaven forbid someone borrows one and I forget to write it down) nor do I want them to be left at home and neglected for months at a time. I am facing a difficult quandary, with little time to fashion a solution.
Despite this minor(
ish) setback, I'm super stoked to begin this next year at CC. I can't wait to get back to the people I had to leave behind for three months. I'm amazed at how quickly I forged such strong bonds with such incredible people, and I have missed them all terribly this summer. Our brief and random chats over the summer have been a huge part of what has kept me going--when I wasn't working and not doing much with my life beyond watching rerun marathons of
ANTM, our conversations helped keep me sane. And in a few sort days, we will be back again in a lovely groove of hanging out, talking, drinking tea, and studying (of course).
Something I'm most excited about is my first block class: Introduction to Shakespeare. In a fit of recent insomnia, I navigated over to the bookstore website to investigate whether or not my book list had been posted. I knew we were going to be reading four plays over the block--a comedy, a history, a tragedy, and another of the professor's choosing--I just didn't know which ones. Amazingly, the book list was posted. And I was so thrilled. Of the four plays, I've read two (
Hamlet and
Henry IV, pt. I) and I know the third very well (
Much Ado About Nothing), the only one I am not familiar with is
The Winter's Tale. I really give props to the
AHS English department on this one--I couldn't ask for any better preparation than Mrs. F and Mr. K for AP Lang and AP Lit, respectively. This class is going to be sheer enjoyment for me, and that's just what I need to start my year.
So, I still have much to do and about 13 more hours of work this week before I make the hour trek south to the Springs, and I couldn't be more excited.
Sophomore year, here I come!
