not the best week

Not the best week, I must say. The midterm for the class I’m TAing was last Thursday and I had to have them all graded by Tuesday. No fun. Then they didn’t do that well, so I felt bad, but then I scared them to death during discussion section talking about it (so much so that they actually seemed relieved when I handed their papers back and they’d gotten Cs). Then when I get home, I discover why I couldn’t take out forty dollars this afternoon when I went to get lunch. Someone in Barcelona used my ATM card number to buy $550 worth of of cosmetics and perfume. My bank is refunding the money, but its going to take a few days and then a few more after that to get a new bank card. So that sucks.

Tuesday I had a long presentation on mon petit ami Lacan. Freakin’ 65 page article! I think it went well (excellent may have been the professor’s word), but I’m exhausted.

Lastly, the fires in San Diego have stressed me out a bit. I guess it actually got surprisingly close to my mother’s house and my brother had to be evacuated out of Camp Pendleton this afternoon. Although apparently it is fine now and headed in a different direction. Scary, just the same.