Today is the last day of School before spring break! I am sitting on my floor packing my bags and singing along to David Cook in celebration of my approaching freedom.
My only problem is. . .
How am I supposed to fit all the books I want to bring home with me in my bag?
I've got books for school. I've got books for pleasure. I've got textbooks and novels and books about writing and about ancient Celtic women. I've got notebooks,and piano books and a journal.
I don't think they would let me take a rolling library cart on the plane.
The list of books so far:
1. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
2. Faust by Goethe
3. Women of the Celts by Jean Markale
4. The Outsider by Penelope Williamson
5. A New Introduction to Greek by Chase and Phillips (I curse their names)
6. Motifs: an Introduction to French by Jansma and Kassen
7. The Distant Hours by Kate Morton
8. The Techniques of the Selling Writer by Dwight V. Swain
9. One Rhetoric notebook (full of the wise things my English professor says)
10. One Greek notebook (full of the wise things my Greek professor says because the acursed Chase and/or Phillips couldn't be bothered)
And . . .
11. One book of piano music
I am fairly sure that, even if I did nothing but read, it still wouldn't be physically possible for me to get through all of those in one week. I'm not checking a bag, so I can't take it all home with me and decide what I'm going to read when I get there. Whatever I take I'm going to have to carry it through the airport with me. Something has to go. Hmmm . . .
The scary thing is, that I actually need most of it.