Marshalling Forces

Today was my last day of work for the semester (in my writing consultant job). Back-to-back appointments with needy students freaking out over their papers. I was like: YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT FREAKING OUT EVEN ISSSS, BEYOCHES! (Then I remembered that during my evaluation yesterday with my boss, I was given my second raise in 4 months and I toned it down a tad.) (<--- I still make nothing. G's paycheck laughs at my paycheck. Heck, Lucy's paycheck laughs at my paycheck. And, no, Lucy doesn't get a paycheck. Which is my point.)

I still have so many hours of grading left that I can't even face it, so it's not like all my work is done.

But. I turned in my Virginia Woolf paper yesterday! Look at the pure exhilaration! Mixed with exhaustion! I was so over it. So. Over. It. However, I've been working with two graduate profs who have agreed to let me formulate an independent study for Virginia Woolf next fall and count it towards my Women & Gender Studies Certificate. I pushed them over the edge when I made the case that if I were going to to pursue a PhD, this would be my focus, but alas, I'm not going on to a PhD program. So could I do it now? And they agreed!

So now everyone has left work and the office is silent and I've been plugging away on my draft for an hour. Just took a quick coffee/blog break and I'm going back to it. There will be hours of writing tonight. Then there will be getting up very early tomorrow morning (like, 4:00 a.m.) and hours of writing all day - literally until the last minute tomorrow afternoon - until I turn it in.

But I'm almost there.