First Graduate

At the end of the class, as I was preparing to turn in my essay, the professor announces that the final draft is not really due until THURSDAY. Now I have everything essential done for the essay as a result of my late night, and all I have to do by Thursday is take a piece of junk and turn it into something not quite so terrible. And trust me, I will be very happy with something not quite so terrible. This is not the end of my series of rewards for ignoring my body's need for sleep. When I checked my email for the day, this wonderful Gloria woman had written to me saying that I was hired for the office of Diversity Initiatives! I HAVE A JOB!

It's still too early to hear back from the whole BSAR [Barnard Student Admissions Representative] thing, since my interview was only yesterday and they are still performing interviews as I write. The point, however, is that I am employed. This is very important. There's more. Not only do I have a job and more time to improve my essay, but I also got out of a class today because the professor was sick, which was not good for her, but good for me because I desperately needed a nap before my PE class. All in all, it seems like the world treats you better when you procrastinate until the night before (you think) your essay is due. Case closed.