I'm a bad Classicist.

I just split an infinitive. ~It will be unambiguously a compliment to be told, "oh my gosh, you look so young!

It's tomorrow

Tomorrow is my thesis defense, at 2:00 pm, in the "Lounge of Destiny," the Classics lounge, where I first decided to study abroad in Italy, met Sam, accepted Sam's proposal, found out that I got funding at Fordham for grad school, and had lots of other moments that probably changed my life but seemed less significant at the time.

Then at around 6 I have to present my thesis again, this time not in front of a panel of professors, just as an informal presentation for other honors people.

I wrote 60 pages on True Place Names: Toponyms and Topography in the Poetry of Catullus, and I still don't really feel like I know anything about the topic. I have no idea what questions my panel will ask me...

Other than that I have two presentations, two term papers, a couple of tests and three finals before I'm done on May 8 and graduate on May 16th. These next two weeks are going to be crazy...

I wish I had more plans settled. Tomorrow I will know whether I'm going to accept Fordham's offer or whether we're going to go to D.C. if Sam gets an offer from Catholic University of America. But as far as an apartment, or something to do after the honeymoon, or even a honeymoon booked, I've got nothing.

On a brighter note, last night I was given the most awesome bridal shower ever by three of my very awesome bridesmaids. It was the first bridal shower in our little group, but they are quite natural at throwing these things. All the games were really fun, and it was all sweet and perfect. And now I have grown-up things like a toaster and a clock and a crock-pot and a cake stand and a casserole dish and real china and candle sticks. I also have casual dishes and a vacuum cleaner. I feel like I'm gettin' ready to play house. :-)

And I'm 22 now. I tried to pass it off as my "second" 21st birthday, but one should be honest in one's blogs, so I'm 22. I do not, however, look nearly my age. I can't wait till I'm 40, and I look like I'm 30. Then it will unambiguously be a compliment to be told, "oh my gosh, you look so young!"

When I graduate...I will do fun things again.

I'm going to go Salsa dancing...and buy new clothes for my honeymoon...and celebrate people's brithdays...and probably work as a waitress again until the wedding.

yay.

I shouldn't be doing this...

No one ever blogs anymore. :-( I am apparently the last to realize that the trend is ending.

I have my thesis defense in 10 days. I'm sooooooo ready for it to be over. Actually I'm mostly ready for the whole semester to be over. My last final is in 4 weeks exactly. That feels so good to say.

So right now I'm working on my thesis. I have to mail it to my readers very soon and there's so much work left, but I'm gritting my teeth and bearing it because soon soon soon it will be out of my life. And I'm also trying to keep Sam from seeing what I'm actually doing, because until....now, dang it...he thought I was actually working on my thesis. I have to go now.