Typity Type Type

That's how most of my Tuesday was spent. But first I went to my Bodies and Burials class to receive my final and listen to a three hour lecture. This was the final I thought I might have gotten a hundred percent on. Wrong, ninety one. Closish. I got full points for my four page essay, and even a good essay written at the end :) that was pretty cool. I missed points on the short answer section, even though I filled the space, I apparently missed a key point in each of them, oh well. My annotated bibliography for the final paper was returned to me as well. I accidentally put it in alphabetical order when she had apparently asked for order of importance. I think this bibliography made her suspicious of me as well. In her comments she asked where I was finding my sources (google scholar, which is harder to use when fifty percent of your results are in Italian, and the BVU library online databases) She also wrote that you can only use an essay for one class, leading me to believe that she thinks this is an essay I've previously written and am recycling for her class. This made me giggle as the thought of having an archaeology class in Iowa is quite hysterical (although to her credit I am writing about the civil war) Paying attention in class has been proving difficult this week, my transition from spring break to class is not going as well as it did the other way around. Imagine that. After class I headed back to my apartment and talked to Stu at the start of his day. I procrastinated my paper for an hour by taking a nap and browsing the internet, before really cracking down. I was nervous that reaching the ten page minimum for this paper was going to be difficult based on what others who had started were saying before class on Monday. I was pleasantly surprised to find that material came willingly enough, it just took a good chunk of time to write out. I also discovered that I didn't need the notes I had taken during the opera as much as I had expected. For writing this paper on a show I had seen about a week and a half ago, I managed to remember details much more vividly than is typical for my crapshoot of a memory. I wrote from three in the afternoon until ten that evening with a couple of half hour facebook breaks. I was pretty pleased with myself by the time I was done. Finishing any length of paper is always a pleasant feeling, but the longer the better. I didn't proofread it, like usual, and I'm anxious to get it back to see if what I wrote aligns with what the professor is looking for. I wont get the paper back before my next critique is due, which is a bummer, but it will be nice to have a majority of my course work done for this class. Because of my lengthy paper, and because I procrastinated it I accomplished little else on Tuesday, despite this I still feel like it was a productive day.