How does my English professor expect me to write a paper when there's a pandemic on the loose?
Seriously - I'm trying to finish my paper on The Glass Menagerie, but all I can think about is swine flu. Swine flu fills my every thought. She can't expect me to talk about Tom's memory and invention, to do analysis of a freaking PLAY, when there's a real life medical crisis at hand! Humanities? More like Swineanities.
And - get this - she expects me to deliver a HARD COPY to the Barker Center by 5:00 today. Obviously, I will not be leaving my room to turn in a paper. I'm worried enough about getting swine flu through email. Not to mention that Laura Wingfield probably has some glass pigs in that menagerie of hers. Can swine flu be transmitted through fiction? Just in case, I swathed my copy in Purell.
Okay, back to work! Talk to you soon - unless you die of swine flu before my next entry.
- Sam
About Me
- Sam
- I just finished my Junior year at Harvard, where I study music. I'm totally obsessed with theater, and self-obsessed enough to enjoy blogging. Oh, and sometimes, I write songs.
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