death of a...

this morning was tough, as usual. strangely, i found myself not only understanding the french we learned this morning, but also explaining it better than the teacher when i realized that what we were learning couldn't be translated directly from french to hebrew without using english examples.

quote for the day: "crème brûlée? jeanne brûlée?"
(we were reading about her)

now i just need to be able to remember myself what i taught everyone else, our exam is coming up in a couple of weeks...

... speaking of which, my boss called me up to say he'd just heard from scr that the semester is coming to an end, and that he'd like me to step up my hours. i was 100% noncommittal, explaining that the semester will only really be over when i've handed in all my papers and skirting around the fact that i don't really want to increase my hours for any reason.

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i worked on my seminar for a bit, then met with pg for lunch. things between us have been a bit off since last week, and they came to head. it was only later in the afternoon that we could really get to the bottom of things (they were a bit vague until today, which brought about its own anxiety), and i hope that it's the last of that. the major issue is entirely mine, though: i have inherited a trait from my late father that is entirely undesirable - i call it "the salesman".

i hate salesmen. because of him. and i'm not the only one who hates them. at least awareness is a step on the road to recovery...

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i have had the important meeting with our MA advisor regarding my thesis, and things look good. i came home and rested, wallowing in misery until pg came back. now, after a couple of hours of odds-and-ends, i have fifteen minutes to shower, dress for Yet Another Wedding, and get out of here...