The past semester was something which is now over. The grades came and that for my Comedy class fell into my acceptable category. My Mysticism class fell short by 1.5. Hence, if I had gotten a point and a half more, I would have gotten a grade that would not be making me so unhappy. I have been trying not to think about it. Hopefully in time I can better accept it. The only reason why I worry about grades is because I feel I  might need the best GPA possible to get into a doctorate program. Schools seem to suffer the branding sickness, hence a 4.0 GPA from Brooklyn college might not hold the same weight as a 4.0 from the University of Iowa. It, therefore, feels important to get the best grades possible. Hence my obsession.

Enough of that. Obviously, there won’t be any more school for a while. My Thursdays here will henceforth  reflect what I am doing this summer. The hope is to do more rather than dream about doing more. It will start with a reread of Jane Eyre. I have actually been craving a reread of Gary Shteyngart’s Super Sad True Love Story but I don’t have a copy and don’t wish to go to the library today, so Jane Eyre it shall be!To celebrate the end of my first year, I got myself a pair of raspberry pink Converse, and a tin of Assam black tea. Ahem, perhaps I should change my personal style next year to reflect that of an English literature student. What do English lit students look like? Some stereotypes, please?!