Tuesday, March 2, 2010

The Long Weekend

From Wednesday to Sunday, I read, researched, and wrote. Brief relief came in the form of my Inklings meeting on Friday evening (Inklings is a writing group that I belong to) and church on Sunday morning. Aside from those two interruptions, I clocked in an approximate 40+ hours of work. And no, I didn't get it finished, since most of the work was research for my biggest paper of the semester, which I will be writing over my spring "break". I had planned to finish writing the three short papers (all due by Tuesday) on Sunday after church. I wasn't feeling well, however, so it was slow going, with me occasionally drifting off mid-sentence.

Then the migraine and the upset stomach hit. Sunday night found me reeling from pain and nausea. I struggled to keep reading, but gave up after the optical disturbances set in, making the words on the pages dance in sickening circles. By two in the morning, I was huddled over a basin, emptying the contents of my stomach, whimpering piteously between rounds. The headache grew, showing no mercy to its unfortunate victim. By three in the morning, I looked and felt like a battered and torn leaf caught in a raging hurricane.

Since due dates know no mercy, I was up at the crack of dawn, ignoring the lingering pain as I furiously typed a book review about a book that I could scarcely recall reading. It's not my finest work, but at least I got it done. I shall now attempt to get one of tomorrow's papers finished before leaving for my class. I am Grad-Girl; hear me roar.

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"Passage—immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins! Away, O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?

Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only!
Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me;
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.

O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! Are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!"

~Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"