it smells like flowers everywhere. i picked a cherry blossom and put it in my jacket pocket while i walked to school (i always miss the bus). it's a long walk--2.5 miles, i figured it out on mapquest. i like walking on the gravely paths that say "roadway not improved" (instead of repaving it they put that sign up). sometimes they're all overgrown with trees and weeds and i have to step over huge mud pits, and i pretend i'm far away in the country instead of in a city. i walked through kennilworth park and watched the kids out at recess. kids like to scream.
i have little bursts of pride as i turn in assignments and finish books - i just turned in my paper proposal for signs. i'm really scared of the anthropology qualifying exam. every major has an exam you have to pass before your senior year. the anthro qual is on march 29th. they give you a bunch of things to read and you have to write a few papers, you have about a week to do it. i was talking about it before class, and it seems like a lot of kids have been studying for it for a long time. i asked if it's supposed to be hard, and this boy said that it's the second hardest one at reed (i think physics is the hardest, but i didn't ask). so i'm fucked. i want to get in on their study group but i'm kind of afraid to ask.
i'm going to go read now... i have to read this book about german conceptions of the body, before midnight. drugs are more scarce than they were last semester, so i'm rationing out my studying drugs. i'm good at making things last a long long long time. i think i need them more for an incentive to start working, or a reward, than for energy. if i do my homework i get drugs. i have to read about one book per day, or 200-300 pages. it's kind of intimidating. i'm a reading machine.