fast forward one month

In exactly one month, I will be in San Francisco.

Between now and then, I will be in hell.

You may not want to read this.

I just sent off one crappy draft for tomorrow. I have to skip an 8am class tomorrow to start a 15 page paper (with 1.5 spacing!) tomorrow about whether or not it makes sense to compare India to China, then go to class from 5 to 9pm, work all night so I can turn in the 15 p. paper at 8am Thursday (shiiiiiiite!), followed by four hours of the same admittedly interesting class the paper is for, prepare questions for a Friday interview that will be part of my thesis research, then write an essay for Spanish class. I think I have to write a quick French paper too for Friday.

Weekend weekend.

Transcribe the interview, which will probably be in French, write a crappy analysis because I don't give a rats ass about the class it's for, do tons of research and reading to write a paper for next Thursday that will solve all of East Asia's exchange rate problems forever (remember, Congress is pissed about the strong Chinese currency) and try to impress the famous, brilliant, and super-nice American professor who taught the class, then prepare a presentation about odious debt, give the talk the next Monday night, prepare four exam questions about trade theory and trade history (essentially write four essays) for an exam the next day at 10.30am, research and write another 10 page paper to turn in that afternoon, then find a place to go hiking around Paris and write a short article about it, then staple all the shitty drafts I've been writing to turn in a final paper about India's economic reforms, prepare for a multiple choice exam (yeah right!), somehow design my research project for all of next year, month by month, then move out of my room and stash my stuff somewhere, start studying for two exams the next day so I can just flunk them, then have six hours of exams, then get a lot of drinks and just be happy grad school is almost finished.

I'll look back on this and laugh, but for the moment I don't know how I'm going to survive. Sorry if that whole list was really boring, I just wanted to scare myself into getting my shit together for all this.

Oh my god, I'm soooooooooo screwed. I shouldn't have made this list.

In happier news, I had a great time in Strasbourg this weekend. Claire's parents are really nice and her dad is a great cook. I managed to talk to the guy for an hour or two, alone! Turns out he's very nice, and very French. Her mom is really sweet and obviously very American. Claire speaks English exactly like she does.

Anyway, I can't think and I wish I could write a whole thing about this weekend. I'll try to post some photos later this week. But probably not (see above).