>Today is my last true day of freedom before classes start again on Monday. I have mixed feelings–I haven’t been working much over break, so I really appreciate the free time to get everything done that needs to get done around the house. I like having a clean apartment. Once I go back, it’s going to be a struggle to find time to keep up with everything. On the other hand, I love school, and I’m always happy to be taking classes, so I’m looking forward to being back in that groove.
I am staring at the stack of school books for this semester with fear in my heart. I am taking two weird classes: Children’s Lit and History of Rock Music. Say what?
Children’s Lit will fulfill my final 200-level english requirement, but more importantly, it’s taught by one of my favorite professors of all time (I had him for a class called Minority Voices last semester), which is why I signed up for it. I’m not particularly interested in reading young-adult books or anything, but he is so awesome, and this is most likely my last semester at ACC, so I couldn’t pass it up. The downside is that there are twelve (TWELVE!) books required for the class. They are young-adult, and therefore most of them will be quick reads, but that’s almost a book a week for that one class. Let me give you a visual of this (“The Cay” is hiding underneath “Stone Fox,” that’s why it looks like there’s only 11):
I have a lot of things to do today to make my life easier once school starts. I need to clean the house from top to bottom so that I don’t have to worry about it next week (namely the office, which I have boycotted entering since school ended, and is a total disaster), I need to bake some bread (fingers crossed I still have time for this once I’m in class!), I need to finish my college application essays. I also need to go for a run, something I had almost given up on because of all the snow when I got up this morning, but now the snow has stopped and the sun is out. Hooray!
I’ve been up for three hours, but have yet to really do anything. Well, that’s not exactly fair. I did get a “brisket” (I accidentally got a pot roast. Shiksa alert!) into the crock pot for dinner tonight. We’re having a Jewish-fest of brisket, latkes, and matzo ball soup. More about that some other day (let’s just say for now that Passover is too far away from Hanukkah).
And here I am, procrastinating further with this blog. I’d better wrap it up, but before I do, I just have to talk about the French baguette I made last night. We were having boring old pasta for dinner, and in the afternoon I wondered if it was hard to make a baguette. I found a pretty simple (but different than any other bread) recipe on the interweb, and gave it a try. As my dough was rising, I looked at other recipes that were much, much more complicated and was glad I’d found an easy one.
The result? So good! It didn’t look much like a baguette when I pulled it out (it was kind of…squat. I should have rolled it out longer), but when I cut into it and took a bite…CRUNCH! It was so good. I used this recipe, following it exactly except that you need more flour than it calls for, which is obvious when you’re trying to knead the bread. I don’t know how much extra I put in, I just kept adding it until it was the consistency of bread, not goop.