This week has been pretty eventful academically, socially, physically, mentally, and other forms of –ly. I started reading the novel Frankenstein for my Victorians: Text, Photo, and Film class. This class has been pretty awesome so far mostly due to the fact that I’m developing an intense brain-crush on my professor, but also because one of our assignments involved an art project. The project required us to go outside and find objects from nature that remind us of the St. Mary’s campus community. We would then take the object and place it on a heat-activated sheet of paper that outlined the image. One of my favorite artworks was of a cicada shell I attached to an old balloon. I’m not really sure what I was trying to convey from this combination, and I suppose that is a good reason for why I am not an art major.
In other news, I was offered a job working for an English professor as his assistant, and I met with him for the first time this week. Of course, I would tell you about the awesome things the professor has me working on, but if I did I would have to kill you. I also started working on my St. Mary’s Project, or senior thesis, this week. My topic focuses on constructions of masculinity in the literary work of Ernest Hemingway and E. M. Forster, and so far my research has been pretty enlightening and I actually like what I’m doing.
As for this week’s awkward moment, it involves my first intramural kickball game. I’m a member of the Brave Little Toasters team, a name we most likely decided on because we aren’t very athletic but we still have a lot of heart. Well, for once, we are actually winning against the other team. I even hit a double in my first at bat. Unfortunately, I still had other opportunities at the plate. My second hit was not as graceful as the first, and I nailed a girl right in the face with the ball. I’d like to tell you that I was torn between running for first base or making sure the girl was alright, but I blindly ran for first base. What can I say? I didn’t want to lose.




