Now is that time that upperclassmen refer to as “crunch time” and I can see why. I had two exams this week, a presentation, and a paper due. Plus last weekend Halloween was celebrated here in Kent, and Kent is known in this part of Ohio as being famous for its Halloween. So, I’ve been running on empty here for a little while, as evidenced by Monday night when I kept falling asleep on a friends bed. He got mad at me and kept throwing a pillow at me to wake me up. What was wrong with me falling asleep on his bed? I fall asleep lots of places these days. 7 Ideas is a particularly great class to sleep in, because the room is so dimly lit. There was one day I kept trying to doze off, but every time I would have to write something down I supposedly looked like I was being asked to perform some monumental task. Even as I write this now I’m starting to feel the feathery fingers of sleep close in around me. I must fight them, because tomorrow morning, at 7:45 I have a presentation due.
But even in the midst of these yawning, I am getting some kind of knitting done.
It’s actually even bigger of a deal for me, as I don’t have the instructions to add in the V-neck because Elizabeth said something like “To put the directions for the V-neck in with the set-in-sleeve would gum up your instructions to an intolerable degree.” I think she just didn’t want to type it up. (Remember what typing was like in 1979. It was only marginally faster than rubber stamping.)
Well, call me stubborn, but I want a v-neck. I’ve done the V-neck in the round, and it was devilishly simple, so it shouldn’t be to difficult to stick in in these directions. (Famous last words.) The set-in-sleeves are supposed to be a difficult thing, but I really don’t think they will be — or at least no more than the Saddle-shoulder. Once you get that you’re just decreasing in different directions, it’s really just a matter of following directions.
The yarn is Knit Picks Wool of the Andes, in Opal Heather — if that means anything to you. (And yes this was Birthday Yarn .) And let me tell you, that picture does not do that color justice — it’s impossible to find a picture that can really capture this stuff (And one where I don’t look like a stoner. Believe me, I DON’T HAVE THE TIME TO SMOKE POT!) It’s sort of a blue-gray, but looks almost teal in some lights, and looks almost green in some, and can look like it has purple in it. So really, this is not exactly a definitive color, which I think will help to give me that whole mysterious quality that I so crave.
It is knitting up beautifully, and is sailing along at five stitches to the inch. This is all plain stockinette, hence the progress. (It’s really easy to knit while reading text books, just saying.)
I’ve met with my Faculty Adviser now, and she’s essentially told (and shown) me how many things that my Academic Adviser has done wrong. For instance, I can wait until the fall to take a language (Italian here I come), told me to try and test past the College writings, and told me how I can add two minors with only taking about 6 more classes over the course of two years. (I like the idea of a writing minor — considering that’s what I actually want to do.) And I also like the idea that I am so close to not having any 7:45 classes next semester. I can taste it. I can’t wait for it. I want it so bad. It doesn’t help that the days where I don’t have a 7:45, I have a 9:15, which is still a touch early. But I feel like the 9:15 is my “late class” so I can stay up late — so really I don’t get any more sleep on those days than I usually do.
And that’s it for now.