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Almost done. I can't believe a.) that I'm still awake, and b.) that I lonly have three things left on my list-- one more page of my Spanish paper, my Women and Madness Essay,and compiling my portfolio for Women and Madness. After that, it's just clean up. Revisions, polishing my piece for juries... I will actually be able to completely relax. I just can't believe that after all I've gone through this semester I'm actually ahead of schedule for finals. I have to say that I'm pretty damn impressed with my resilient and hardworking self.
Tomorrow I have the last women's studies class EVER for my undergrad career.I have to say, I'm a little...wistful I guess. Nostalgic. I can still remember my first women's studies class. God I was a silly little thing. No concept of theory, no debate skills, no true opinions of my own... I was a sponge, soaking up whatever my professors told me. Now here I stand with graduation in plain sight and it's almost unbelievable how much I've changed yet stayed the same. I still believe I can change the world. May I never lose that. I still believe in the power of goodness and doing the right thing, bitter as I sometimes act.
Yet I've come into my own in many ways. I believe in myself, in my intelligence, in my ability to formulate my own opinions, in my own strength. Not to mention I can argue feminist theory like nobodies business and write papers like a champ! Thank you KMB and your damn precis'! Much as I hated them, the benefits have been immeasurable!
Okay, back to Ecuadorian and Argentinian Immigration to Spain. (wow its hard to write that in English when I've been writing it in Spanish for so long)
Tomorrow I have the last women's studies class EVER for my undergrad career.I have to say, I'm a little...wistful I guess. Nostalgic. I can still remember my first women's studies class. God I was a silly little thing. No concept of theory, no debate skills, no true opinions of my own... I was a sponge, soaking up whatever my professors told me. Now here I stand with graduation in plain sight and it's almost unbelievable how much I've changed yet stayed the same. I still believe I can change the world. May I never lose that. I still believe in the power of goodness and doing the right thing, bitter as I sometimes act.
Yet I've come into my own in many ways. I believe in myself, in my intelligence, in my ability to formulate my own opinions, in my own strength. Not to mention I can argue feminist theory like nobodies business and write papers like a champ! Thank you KMB and your damn precis'! Much as I hated them, the benefits have been immeasurable!
Okay, back to Ecuadorian and Argentinian Immigration to Spain. (wow its hard to write that in English when I've been writing it in Spanish for so long)