Pressure I just got back from Early English Literature, my second class w/Dr. Ed. this year. It's intimidating, especially with a few grad students in there, but not insurmountable. I'm presenting on the Literary Context of Beowulf in three weeks. I think it's "the literary context of...". It's that, or "the literary interpretation of..." (as in, the directions different translations have interpreted the original). I probably need to check on that.
RCA got rolling with a sleepy crowd. We only had thirteen of our twenty-four total officers, but it turns out that about that many are being replaced anyway. yay new blood, but, crap, the old ones knew what was going on already. Annoying graduates and overachievers. Worried about the rest of ya'll :/.
We have a conference coming up in a couple of weeks that's going to take me up to Louisville (I hope I spelled it right). I'm looking forward to it (you may remember how hyped I was after my last conference), but I have to dance at it. In front of people.
Quit laughing.
I won't be alone, thank god. But our deligation has to do some kind of broadway-esque dance number. I'm not really sure on the details yet. I'll find out tomorrow, though. That's practice time.
And no, I'm not webcasting it.
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