People ask me why I’m minoring in English and sometimes I ask myself the same question. Love literature, but the classes/material is driving me crazy!

Midterm exams are finally over. Now I just have to whip out a summary paper for this crazy novel I read for BWW, read the last 100 pages of Mary Barton, consider looking into what I’m supposed to Brit Lit and CBI tomorrow, and try to hold on to the sliver of sanity I have left.

It’s gorgeous outside. Can’t wait to enjoy the nice weather a little more than the 10 minute walks I have before/after classes.