...and it tastes like sleep, sweet potatoes, and Christmas.
Thanksgiving break commences next week, and to say I'm ready is an understatement. I've been waiting for this break since, oh, September, when professors decided it was perfectly acceptable to drown their students in a plethora of textbooks relating to the apocalypse, clones, Puritans and the founding of America, and a bunch of other early American literature and contemporary literature. Along with workshopping fiction pieces, skimming through Spanish 2001, I'm one exhausted woman. But I won't have a Thanksgiving break, at least not in the "Let's-do-nothing" break. No, I have to outline and write a minimum ten page paper for my Contemporary American & British Literature class, study for my Spanish 2001 final (which occurs at 8:15AM December 3rd--EEK!!), and revise my fiction portfolio (due December 1st), and study for one other final.
Is it Christmas yet?
Lala
