My god what a busy weekend.

Interview for the CA position went along swimmingly. I went to bed so early, I actually woke up before my alarm. To my surprise, but it really shouldn't have been, my roommate and suitemate were still awake. Sort of. It was about 6 in the morning. This is what happens when you have Fridays off. You stay up all night Thursday, sleep all day Friday (I came home to my roommate still in bed after I got back from Chinese. At 2:30 in the afternoon), then stay up all night Friday and repeat this until you crash into Sunday night. And skid painfully into the first few days of the week. Though my roommate seems to have that figured out as well, seeing as she doesn't start class until 3 on Mondays.

I have seen her power walking and almost sprinting across campus because she woke up late to it. And it isn't even that far from our dorms.

But I digress. The interview was so amazingly similar to Academic Decathlon (which I did for some time in high school) that I fell right into my routine. Nod, smile, firm handshake, crack a joke, tell a good anecdote, use the buzzwords, ask the right questions. If I don't get the job, kudos to whoever can beat me out of it. But I'm like 99% certain I won the position, now it's just a matter of my placement. Got back to my room, grabbed my homework, and left them all still snoring away blissfully. My roommate's current boyfriend was supposed to interview at the same time as me, but I guess he missed out. There were a surprising number of people who were absent, which just raises my certainty that I'm hired.


Wrote a paper very quickly before I had to dash off to Moderator Training for the local comic convention. I'm quite proud of that paper, never thought I'd enjoy this humanities class so much, glad I got an awesome professor. He's the one who makes you excited about things you had never really given much thought to. Like how the ancient greeks totally knew the earth was a sphere and the exact radius of the earth. A guy, using basic geometry and a hired walking tape measure, was able to calculate it to within one percent of what we know it as today. How is that not mind bogglingly astounding? My mind was boggled, and this particular paper was about Galileo. Perfect.

Moderator training was a blast. Even though it was my first time, there were several other new people there, and we just sort of dove in. Sort of similar to 'Whose Line is it Anyway', there is a nonsensical point system in place that kind of has rewards. If you wear a nerdy T-shirt, 100 points. Make a reference, 10 points. Make one of the instructors laugh so hard he nearly chokes on his water bottle, 1000 points. I'm gonna win this game so hard, it's gonna hurt. We were regaled of horror stories of troublesome crowds, which were hilarious, troublesome guests (which I am under contract to not gossip about, sadly), and troublesome volunteers. The last one was a little sad; why would you screw up an opportunity like that? Some of the more serous offenders were banned from even visiting the convention. I can't even fathom not going. It's like one of the biggest highlights of my year every year.

And today: homework. Lots of it. It's not so much that I don't do it in a timely fashion, though my procrastination certainly contributes, it's just that my teachers don't assign anything too terribly early, and when they do every single one of them assign at the same time. Can we make a motion so that different subjects are due on different days? Sciences can be due Mondays, humanities on Tuesdays, labs on Wednesdays, etc etc. I think that would definitely help streamline my work load, and I could plan my week accordingly. Plus, the teachers would be able to be stricter on due dates, since it was clear from the first day of school when homework would be turned in. I like this idea, I don't know about anyone else, though.

But so far, that's all I have to report. Another long week, though without anything too major happening, so hopefully it'll be nice and easy to get through. My post-it note to-do list never seems to get shorter, but I'm gonna try and make a dent in it tonight. Wish me luck.