What I Love About Small Schools

You take fifty million classes with the same professors, which means we're all one big happy family and everyone is comfortable with each other. This leads to email exchanges like this one.

Dr. Shephard: Just a quick note to let you know that the draft of your research paper for the History of England class is ready for you to pick up if you want to come by. (And I got your Senior Seminar draft fine, btw . . .) I'll leave it for you in that envelope on my office door. See you tomorrow. PS—For the past couple of weeks I've been getting spam about fiber optic cable from somebody named Heather Johnson, interestingly enough . . . (presumably not you . . .).
Me: Thank you so much! And hopefully it's not from me, haha.
Dr. Shephard: Well, if it was for other kinds of products it could have been really embarrassing . . .

Hahahahahaha. I know this might seem weird to people who don't understand Elmira culture, but this is the story of my life. Between hearing all kinds of gossip from Twombly, drunk emails and concert invites from Charlie, and this from Dr. Shephard, my life is amusing.

In other news, I adequately finished my Research Methods second draft, which is good. That's one more thing off of the to-do list. I was looking forward to having a relatively relaxing night of reading Animal Dreams for Individualism and Community, briefing one court case, and cleaning the room (yes, it's messy again. I told you-as soon as I become a mental disaster, my room falls apart). Then I remembered that I have an honor society induction in...45 minutes, actually. Awesome. Oh well. It's a half hour ceremony plus dinner, so I should be back by 8 or so. But the good news is that I'm going to eat shrimp scampi tonight and it's going to be amazing. And some of my people, like Lauren, Pam, Maggie, Hilary, Christina, and Jenny will be there. Oh, and Dr. Twombly is the advisor, so he'll be there too. The problem with that is that I've been complaining to him about how his paper is too long for like a week, and I'm pretty sure he's going to fail me if I say "so, 10, not 20 pages, right?" one more time.

But anyway, I'm a disaster right now, so I should probably make myself look presentable. I've lost of all my energy. I'd rather nap than go to this. And honestly, I'd probably get more out of a nap. Wait. Hold up. I just remember it's at 6, not 5. Such is my week.

Naptime.