Met with thesis advisor. Told to have my intro, lit review, and first body chapter revised over the weekend. Halfway there with an achievable amount to finish. Thesis advisor told me to have second body chapter finished by next weekend. Again, a goal I am capable of completing. Advisor said do these things and I'll get a definite "B" on thesis, but not to worry cuz you only need an "A" if you're going into Ph D work. "Hmm," I say. "Oh shit," advisor says. "An 'A' would take you months. Just take the 'B.'" But really, give me any other professor in the department who would really give someone a "B" if their paper is finished and at least halfway decent (I like to think of my as brilliantly fantastic)? I call bullshit. But at this point why would I complain? Finishing means I can apply to teach, that I can get a real job instead of pissing away my 20s at a wing joint with bad tippers.

On Friday, before meeting with thesis advisor, I took the typing test at MSU so that I may be called up to do secretarial work. I like to think I'd be better than certain department secretarys because I a) know basic grammar b) would not give a shit about who has what remotes in their possession and 3) would give Smith all the manila envelopes she desired. There were five other women in the room. From looks alone I would guess I was the only one who wasn't a smoker, hadn't divorced in the last five years, and didn't believe a secretarial job at MSU would be a dream job. I scored EXCELLENT on the typing test and grammar test. I barely broke 70% on the math test. And I got to use a calculator. But to be fair, there were fraction questions. Give me a word problem over a fraction any day.