i got a huge, huge packet from one of my london professors today, and last week i received a syllabus from the other one.  after registering for summer classes today and going over the two london syllabi, it has become apparent that i will be spending the month of june taking beginning government and advanced spanish, studying to test out of basic physics, and doing all the reading for both london literature classes.  granted, i was very excited to discover, after reading through the packet i received today, that “going underground: the literature and culture of london” is actually about the underground, which has always held for me an inexplicable fascination.  but, jesus, fifteen credit hours worth of work is a lot to do in one month.

it’s a worrisome situation, to be honest.  i’ve not shown much diligence this semester in terms of steadily keeping up with my studies, especially not lately.  i’m particularly inept when it comes to long free days with nothing to do but study; i become depressed and lonely under the weight of unscheduled burdens.  reading and writing are solitary endeavors both, and i get the feeling that summer, with friends scattered about in various cities and immersed in different jobs and lives, may throw me into a spiral of onerous responsibility and inadvertent reclusiveness.

also, i don’t think i write as well as i used to.  “inadvertent reclusiveness”?  come on.