[29] Earnings...

In order to really party right, you have to earn it. I spent Saturday afternoon in the computer labs so I could spend Saturday night at the bar.

NOT PICTURED: What happened at the bar.

Last Day of Semester

The room has slowly fallen apart...

But the pages have also come together.

You win some, you lose some.



NOT PICTURED: 8,885 words in my soul.

Not 'What?', But 'Where?'

The question isn't really about the activity of the day...

...just where we'll engage in it.

Today's studying/writing/researching:

• 1100-1300: New Residence, Room 404N
  
• 1400-1745: Social Work Library
• 2045-??: Russell Hall Library, Room 203

NOT PICTURED: Horchata y heart-to-hearts with Jin

Beauty from Pain

First the Pain: editing drafts

Then the Beauty: fine-tuned definition and form

First the Pain: threading


Then the Beauty: fine-tuned definition and form

NOT PICTURED: Cinco de Mayo pseudo-frat party on East Side with a Rockstar...

Thursday Happy Hours

Last one of the semester: Boat Basin Cafe

While we'd like to think it's a time to unwind and forget the hell we've been through in terms of papers, analyses, synthesis and never-ending research... we still end up talking about them.

NOT PICTURED: When Nick sang 'Fresh Prince of Bel-Air' theme song with Miya doing back-up.

Piles Everywhere

NOT PICTURED: the pile of laundry that forces me to curl up at the end of my bed; the pile of research I have to weave into my analysis; the pile of hole-punched-holes near the trash that I so carefully step around instead of sweeping them up... et cetera...