20 March 2007
Green space (with stack of books)
I'm sitting here in a panic realizing that I will be hosting several thesis defenses in my office, and it is a complete wreck. Students used to make fun of me for having such an empty office. Not any more! There are stacks upon stacks, stacks under chairs, leaves everywhere from the plants, papers jammed in everywhere, and pens scattered all over the desk.
Why am I here on a sunny day during spring break? Why am I on the verge of ripping my contacts out of my eyes and throwing my laptop out the window? Because it's admissions season, of course. Now I know why I took those 18th century fiction classes in grad school. I must've known that I would have to jam massive amounts of text into my brain in very little time.
At least it's sunny, and I got a good parking space. I really ought to pick out poems for tomorrow's reading, but I might just see how the spirit moves me.
PS--My book stack includes The Cinnamon Peeler, Lunch Poems, Barthelme's 60 Stories, Atwood's The Edible Woman, Intaglio, The Darker Fall, and a few others. I love the randomness of clutter sometimes.