My Good Deed For The Day

 
Bradley James and Anton Yelchin vs John Cho and Colin Morgan in a shirtless Ultimate Frisbee match. Best mental image ever: yes/HELL YES?

(...this thought is going to get me through the next 12 hours of paper writing.)

Distinct Lack of Fail

Showed up at class ten minutes late, out of breath, and wearing the shirt I slept in, but I got my AmLit paper written and in on time. Had what I think was a fairly coherent and well-supported thesis about how the deconstruction of the home as a safe space in When The Emperor Was Divine mirrors the book's deconstruction of Japanese-American identity in WWII era US - better constructed than a lot of papers I've written, which is impressive considering I wrote it in two hours.

Came home to this email from my Victorian Lit Professor in my inbox:

"This is to inform you of the explicit nature of Wednesday and Friday's Victorian Sex class material. You are *not required* to attend these classes (and your grades will not suffer from your absence), but if you choose to come, please email me a confirmation that you understand we will be reading and viewing sexually graphic materials."

I love this class so much sometimes. I love all my classes. I love my major. Even if I hate writing all these thrice-damned papers.