With so few days left, today I went back to my old haunts: Knowlton, the language house on campus. I don’t think I’ve properly hung out with the people there since the end of junior year, so it was nice to see them again. It of course reminded me how I should hang out there more for the remainder of the semester: another person and place to add to my “need to hang out with until graduation” list.

I had a meeting about my thesis this afternoon. It’s not impossible to finish, but the amount of work still necessary to finish and do all that I’d like to accomplish with it — not exactly going to be easy. Set deadlines for each of the new sections.

A sure sign the beginning of the end is upon us: traditional 50 Days til Graduation party. The time draws near, and the seniors grow exceedingly desperate. Lots of love professions, kisses, and trips down memory lane observed and experienced on the dancefloor.

Nothing especially interesting occurred today. Lots of running around and walking from south campus to north, and from CGA to campus. I forgot to add though that yesterday was the Passover Seder. One of my favorite events on campus — and it’s so hard to believe that it’s my last one…

Washout! It’s been raining for days and days… my “Majors Mingling” event today, which was supposed to faciliate a space for faculty and students from all departments to meet and mingle and informally see what things they might have in common. Unfortunately not too many faculty members could make it, since they were in a mad rush to return home to take care of their basement flooding.

So not ready for this. Back to Conn, full class schedule, thesis deadlines fast approaching, SGA event tomorrow. Flooding. So overwhelmed can’t even write full sentences.

I’m debating whether break is really a break — so far I’ve worked on updating the CCASA website and Facebook Fan page, sent out more job applications, sent out a bunch of emails, and shoveled water out of my basement. Hopefully I’ll actually have time to work on my thesis and finish over break. This is getting silly already.

I really hate the rain. I mean, not really, since it’s one of my favorite sounds to fall asleep to, but when it begins flooding my basement, keeping me up until 3AM shoveling and vacuuming water, and turning my backyard into a pond, I’m no longer a fan.

Officially graduating as an English major — the credits and signatures, etc. have all been signed. Formally approved my listing for the commencement booklet: Claire S. Gould, majoring in English and Religious Studies with a minor in Art. Seems so real and so close.

According to some scientists, if you haven’t slept in over 34 hours, you are legally drunk and can’t drive or operate heavy machinery. Thus, I bought a Monster drink for the first time possibly ever, just to remain conscious enough for class and SGA. Still need to get on the whole packing thing.