Dr. and Mrs. Thingo have been gracious enough to share their evenings with me lately, watching season three of Babylon 5. I've been walking over to their place a few nights this week. Last night was quite nice. Even though it was cold and windy, there was the anticipation of winter in the air. It snowed a little, with negligible accumulation, but it was a start.
Today was a bit different. At points of the morning, it was pretty white outside, even though the ground is still a bit too warm to have any real accumulation.
Dropping my course has been a great relief in a lot of ways. The day I talked with my prof, I went home, read some of my book, went to bed early. It's been a lot better. Even still, I've been pretty tired. I think it's partly due to the changing seasons, with the shorter days. It's darker when I get up, and it's darker when I leave work. Though I suspect it's also because I'm still not going to bed any earlier. Well, it's almost 11 now. Maybe I should do something about that.
Dare told me to update my blog.
Mixing metaphors a bit. I've bitten off more than I can chew.
I had an absolutely miserable weekend. I took a vacation day to work on my take-home mid-term on Friday, and continued to work on it through Saturday. And Sunday. At that point, I don't think I was passing. It wasn't due until today, so really, I could have killed myself to get it done. Really though, I've been working really hard on this course. For something that is supposed to be fun, and strictly for interests sake, it's really not worth all the stress.
Monday, I talked to the C&O undergrad advisor, as well as the professor for the course. Telling my prof face to face was a little hard, but I figured it was much more proper than to just e-mail him. Or worse, to just stop showing up. Especially considering that in some respect, I also work with him. He was very gracious about it. He seemed to have confidence that I was doing well, and honestly, my marks to that point were okay. (70% on two of the three assignments, and the third, I had thought it was due the following class, though I still managed to hand it in on time and still get 20%.)
Despite him being rather good about it, (he actually suggested that I could still get a lot out of the course if I continued to sit in on the lectures, which I'm doing,) I felt pretty badly about it. There's a seen in the Hudsucker Proxy, close to the end. The main character, Norville Barnes, re-envisions his phone call from the president of the United States, Dwight Eisenhower, and how disappointed he is in Norville. How disappointed Mrs. Eisenhower is in him. How disappointed the people of the United States are in him.
Yup. So sorry, 1950's America. I really dropped the ball on this one.