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Wednesday, September 10, 2003
 
That's Ms. Jasinski to You

I just graded my first batch of papers and now I feel like a real teacher. The week has been off to a good start... busy with classes, busy with screenings, and now getting through the first batch of speeches. My weeks are very top-heavy these days, so after my screening tonight of The Mission, things basically back off. I slept a little through Nanook this afternoon, but I think I got the idea of Inuit culture.

That's about it, not a whole lot to report aside from being completely trounced intellectually by my narrative theory class. Thinking abstractly has never been my strong suit, but it seems to be the challenge of the day.

The weather has cooled considerably, so it's more comfortable.

Not much on my to-do docket except for the usual need to go to the grocery store and do some laundry.... that and think ahead to my approaching narrative theory paper and how I am ever going to pull that off. I've caught up with some friends recently and over the weekend it's been a nice slice of the past to boost my confidence.