You know that scene in either of the Bad Boys movies where Martin Lawrence’s character looks at Will Smith’s character and goes…”this shit just got real” or something to that effect; well, “this shit just got real.” It is my third week and until now I have had an easier course load because most of the assignments were reading. Nothing to strenuous and able to be done at one’s leisure; outside, on the throne, before sleep, in between classes and almost anywhere you’d like to crack open that text and get to hi-liting; not so much anymore. I now have a couple of papers due this week that are to be no less than five pages. Trust and believe that they are going to get done but uh, in my best 5-year old impersonation, I DON’T WANNA!! Please believe that I am fully aware of my purpose and intent for being here, but uh once again…I DONT WANNA!!

Paper number one: I must read a poem in Middle English by our good ol’ pal Chaucer and, I quote, “Write a linguistic commentary” on this passage. It would be easier if it were in an English that I could better understand put when there are ancient Ruins intertwined within the text…not so much.

Paper number two: For this answer, I must answer several questions surrounding the American Revolution. Once again, this could be an easy topic if it weren’t for the fact that I am now, more, aware of the British perspective. How did they feel? Was this a war of politics or ideologies? Examine some quotes by Benjamin Franklin and Thomas Paine. Things like that make this task a tad-bit more cumbersome.

I had to take a brief mental break and write something senseless and non-academic related. This library is not the most inviting place in the world either. It is as sterile and dreadful as a nursing home; more majestic in architecture and design but just. as. dreadful.

Back to the books I go.