photographer for a day

For some reason beyond me, I volunteered to help out during Petsmart's Santa picture day/thing. I am volunteering through a group called Alley Cat Guardians. Last summer I volunteered for one of there feral cat spay/neuter program. Basically people trap feral cats and bring them to the monthly clinic to be fixed, that way these cats won't breed more feral cats. It's a really good program, but like I said I only volunteered once-- primarily because the sight of blood made me feel like throwing up. I had no idea that blood could do this to me, but I really think my reaction came also from the fact that the cat looked like it was dead. My job during the clinic was to clean up the cats after surgery (like the blood), clean their ears, give them heartworm/flea/tick prevention, and put them back in the cages before they woke up.

Never again.

But, since Alley Cat Guardian's is a good cause, I feel I should help them out in other ways whenever possible.
For instance in their Santa picture day. Photo's cost ten dollars, and five of that goes to ACG.
I get to be the photographer, which sounds like an awesome job... but then not. Because I suck at taking pictures. Sure, I can take a good picture, but it usually takes me two, three, or even four tries to get it right.

Oh well though. These people are paying ten bucks for a picture, they should expect it to not be the greatest.
I'm still worried though.

I'm also worried because I have an essay due in lit. on Monday, and I've barely even though about it. I won't get home from the Santa thing until about 5pm tomorrow.

Why do I do this to myself?

In happy news, Monday is my last official day of school. I have a final Wednesday night, and the following Monday, and then I am done. YES. I think I will get three A's and two B's. Still good enough to make the dean's list, but I really want an A in lit. Probably not going to happen because I need to get an A on the paper due Monday to get an A in the class, and at this point I think that is doubtful.

But you never know. Inspiration could hit and I might write the most awesome paper ever. Not likely. I hate writing lit essays. I took the class because I love to read, and why not take a GE class where I am forced to? But the essay part makes me cringe. I'm much better at COMM essays, or with writing where I can be creative. I think most of my problem is I don't know how to write a good lit essay. I never know what to say, and all I want to do is summarize what I read. I think I will try to approach it by finding a topic I like in the book, and then doing a lot of research online and making most of my essay like a... well, a research essay.

I was thinking of writing on Diana Abu-Jaber's novel "Crescent." A topic I can look into would be people from the middle east, and how they cope with being in America. UGH. I love love love this novel, but I dread dread dread writing an essay.

I could compare "Crescent" to "The Lone Ranger and the Tonto Fistfight in Heaven"-- which is a novel about the Spokane indians. I could find research about how they cope with being Americanized in the late 19th- to early 20th-century and relate it to the middle east; the characters could be related to. Hmmmmmmm. I could have something here.

Maybe not something original, but something. Something to put on paper. Something to have to turn in that is at least semi-good.

Ahhh, must sleep now. I have to be at Petsmart at 10am tomorrow, which means I have to be up at 8:30.
cries.