Still no relaxing for me.

On Sunday I, of course, spent most of the day in Starbucks doing some homework. I feel like that's all I do here...go to class, walk to Starbucks, do more work, stay there until closing time, head back to my apartment, go to sleep, get very little sleep, and then wake up to start the process over again.

Monday I had my normal 9:30-10:45 class, was tired as always, and then walked back to my apartment. I barely took a nap when I got back (I might have closed my eyes for 30 minutes before I had to wake up), and then I went to Starbucks to finish some readings for Sex and Gender and get a head start on some other work. My friend, Victoria, joined me at Starbucks and then we treated ourselves to frozen yogurt before I had to go back and finish my work.

Tuesday was Sex and Gender...we had a quiz, then recitation, and then I returned to my apartment to drop some stuff off before heading to Brooklyn. I went to work around 3pm and got back to Mahattan around 6:30. Work was good, normal, nothing special. (Sorry I am so boring today, but honestly I have had a boring week.) I got back from work, went to Starbucks (shocker, right?) and wrote an essay for my Drama in Performance class. I feel like I am doing worse and worse on these papers. As much as I read the materials and the fact that I am seeing these performances (and we all have our own opinions) I feel like I can't go as deep into the meaning of the performance as the other people in my class. Everyone always sees these hidden meanings behind every little part of the performance, and I never realize it until I hear everyone talking in class. I also have SO much work in my other classes, that I feel like I can't spend as much time trying to find the symbolism in these performances. UGH! I'm just stressed and I'm hoping that I will have some relaxation time soon (even though that never seems to happen).

Today I had art history and I decided to wake up early to get some caffeine at Starbucks. It helped me so much in class and I didn't feel like closing my eyes once. (It's not that I'm not interested in the material, it's just early and dark in the classroom so it makes me tired.) I came back to the apartment to edit the rest of my essay, then I printed it out and headed to class. My Drama in Performance class was interesting as always, but like I said before, I didn't feel like I needed to contribute anything to the conversation because by the time I would feel like raising my hand, I would've just repeated things people had said.

Now I am back in my apartment, it has somehow gotten to be 10pm and I haven't finished the work I wanted to finish. I'm going to sign off of this right now, start some readings for next week, type up class notes, and then hopefully that will allow me to have some free time this weekend.

Love you and miss you all!

Love Always,

Jess