Next semester...

Alas for my poor keyboard. The space bar is still functional if I hit it with my left thumb instead of my right, but I can no longer type 100 wpm... well, I guess it's definitely not worth replacing till I have real writing to do, and perhaps I'll train myself to get used to it.

Next semester looks good in some ways and less so in others. I'm getting my hours cut to 12 a week just because scheduling is difficult, so--less money, more time to write my master's paper. But I have two night classes and one night shift, so no more House for me! (Or Veronica Mars, but I usually catch that on Sunday anyway). I no longer have that hideous schedule where I have to hang around school all day not doing anything--I will have time to take advantage of weekday bus schedules to run errands or maybe see an occasional movie.

As for the master's paper, I don't know. I have to get my stuff approved by the IRB and then send out surveys, and so I'm going to spend at least a month or two essentially twiddling my thumbs waiting for other people, and then somehow complete a final draft by--I think--March 15th. It's like NaNoWriMo, but with footnotes and data analysis.

Wha??

Livejournal is making me extremely self-conscious because I know half the time I post it's to whine about something or to brag about something. I need to have more interesting things to write about, but it's the end of the semester and they have thoroughly fried my brain.

That said, at least it's bragging this time around:
Someone has told the entire faculty that I got an article published. Augh, embarrassing! (No; embarrassing is discovering that you accidentally referred to someone by their first name instead of their last name on the first page of said published article. Augh).
And I have been nominated for that sweet best-research-proposal award. The one that I said that I was too fed up and tired to worry about.
(I must note for the benefit of those who knew me in high school that I wasn't being self-deprecating when I said I totally didn't expect to win anything. I am smart, okay; but in the SILS program I am surrounded by people at least as smart as I am. Little fish in big pond of supergenius fish).

1 out of 3 presentations taken care of. Up this afternoon, a user study of archival finding aids, followed by Jean-Francois Champollion and the decipherment of Egyptian hieroglyphs tomorrow.