Common sense?

There is a stairwell in my building that I walk up and down several times a day. Much to my distress, there is an ever-increasing pile of trash at the bottom of the stairwell. We don't have a housekeeper or anyone who is paid to remove this trash. And we have a nice big dumpster right in the back of the building! It does not take much effort to carry your trash outside the building.

Part of me wants to clean it up, since it's bothering me, but the other part of me says that will only encourage them to continue putting their trash there.

Maybe I should put up an anonymous sign. "The stairwell is not a dumpster. Please take your trash outside."

Thesis and Ben

Last night JL and I made cookies, some of which we ate then, some of which are in my fridge, and some of which are in a tupperware sitting above me. I brought this tupperware to my thesis meeting today. Ben was hungry, so he ate a few. I had half of one. Ben took an extra for Jenny.

I then gave out some to Monge, Schuyler, and some random girl who was sitting and waiting for Monge.

Overall, my intro is in good shape, though Ben pointed out a lot of things that need fixing. He also said that I'll be in trouble when it comes time for grad school, since I'm bad at getting things done. I lack self discipline, especially when I don't have big blocks of time to work in.

This is the first time he's actually had negative things to say about my thesis. Though still it's interwoven with comments like "but this part is really good" or "you're in a lot better shape than you think you are." It's just that my application is due in a week, so now comes the time for the heavy-duty editingness.

I also don't get to draw pottery until I finish my application. Apparently I don't need another thing to worry about. (Hah!)

So now I'll fix the introduction, while the meeting is fresh in my mind. I know he wants my Harvard essays, but I'd hate to forget everything he had to say about my intro. And at least I'm doing something.