I've got tons to do, but I can't do anything at the moment because I'm mad. I'm mad and annoyed and stressed, but the stress is minute compared to the other two. For my current journalism assignment, I'm supposed to cover a speech. Well, it's the last week of November, last full week of classes, things are wrapping up; the opportunity to hear someone speak (let alone someone of any value) is slim to none (closer to the 'none' side of things). But I had a bit of luck. Tonight, typically a duty night for me, had previously been changed so that Alex was on duty instead AND, a prominent person was going to speak tonight! So I went to Gammage Auditorium to hear the Pulitzer Prize-winning writer Jules Feiffer speak. And he was brilliant! Really! He had a slideshow with old sketches form when he was a kid, hilarious comics he had done; the audience was roaring! So there I was, sitting in the dark with my little reporter's notebook trying to take notes and hoping I'd be able to read my slanted chicken scratch later. There was a very breif Q&A and I didn't get to ask my question, which may very well have been the lead to my journalism story. Afterwards there were books on sale and a signing. So I hurried as fast as the crowd would allow and bought a book and went to stand in line to get it signed, but the line was already really long and I had a staff meeting in 15 minutes; no way I was going to make it. So I contemplated what to do, paced back and forth, and finally submitted to the fact that it was part of my job to go to the meeting so I left the line, feeling defeated. Staff meeting made me extremely angry, more than I could have predicted. It began at 9:30. It ended at 11:00. Oooooh, we argued over things that didn't need to be argued over, tried to change things that couldn't be changed, talked about irrelivent issues, talked and then waited for the talking parties to stop, on and on and on...And THEN, 10:40, when I'm really annoyed thinking of all the more important things I had to get accomplished before the night was over, we all have to go outside for "Fundatory Time!" I was a grouch. I was wrong to be a grouch, hardly participated, stood with my arms crossed (though it was really cold), and made minimal effort to play the ridiculous and childish game. I was angry. Back me up on this one: One week before the end of school, major exams are already beginning, it's almost 11:00pm on a Tuesday...did the stupid game of running around and pretending to be jellyfish really merit my time??????? I was angry. Angry that it wasted my time, more angry that I didn't get my book signed because of it. And now I'm just upset because my suitemates don't know how to close their door without rattling the windows. Well. This was fun. Carrie