doom!
I have 12 days to write a research paper for my English class (Literary New Orleans) having to do with one or more of the books we read in class:
Chita by Lafcadio Hearn
The Awakening by Kate Chopin
Mosquitos by William Faulkner
A Streetcar Named Desire by Tennessee Williams
The House on Coliseum Street by Shirley Ann Grau
The Moviegoer by Walker Percy
A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole
Interview With the Vampire by Anne Rice
I wrote a nice short paper on Streetcar in which I explained how Blanche DuBois is New Orleans; Dr. Dohanich gave me the idea, and my professor LOVED it. She thinks I should expand on that. I don't know that I can bullshit for 5 to 7 pages on a literary character personifying a city; besides, there's not much out there in the body of scholarly writings on such a subject, though I have run across the metaphor in a few places, but it's not nearly enough to base a paper on. By the way, why the hell aren't any of the English journals digitized? WTF. I do NOT want to spend all day in the stinky Ho-Tit library digging through hard copies of this shit. Ugh.
One thing that all these stories have in common is that they're depressing. Even Confederacy is, if you really understand it. Maybe I could bullshit enough about why that is. I dunno. I need to be living in the library.
Hmmm, what else do I need to do?
--some projects for astronomy
--some assignments for statistics
--a lot of data analysis for Dr. Dohanich before he gets back into the country
--track the estrus cycles of our female rats by studying two boxes full of slides containing samples of their vaginal cells under a microscope (yeah, that was fun to collect)
--decide whether I want to work on a MS or a PhD at Tulane
--fix my bike
--write a minor paper on Confederacy, due Monday
And it might help if I weren't deathly ill. I missed all my classes on Tuesday because I couldn't get out of bed. I would've missed them on Monday if it hadn't been a holiday. Even when I'm healthy, I can't stay in the Ho-Tit for very long; all that mildew (from moisture that they are still sucking out of the building from Katrina) irritates my respiratory tract something awful. I was in there today to print some stuff and I thought I was going to die. Sigh.
Anyway. I'm going back to my "fallen off the face of the earth" status now.
P.S. 38 days until I get my diploma; 30 days until my last final exam as an undergraduate.
Chita by Lafcadio Hearn
The Awakening by Kate Chopin
Mosquitos by William Faulkner
A Streetcar Named Desire by Tennessee Williams
The House on Coliseum Street by Shirley Ann Grau
The Moviegoer by Walker Percy
A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole
Interview With the Vampire by Anne Rice
I wrote a nice short paper on Streetcar in which I explained how Blanche DuBois is New Orleans; Dr. Dohanich gave me the idea, and my professor LOVED it. She thinks I should expand on that. I don't know that I can bullshit for 5 to 7 pages on a literary character personifying a city; besides, there's not much out there in the body of scholarly writings on such a subject, though I have run across the metaphor in a few places, but it's not nearly enough to base a paper on. By the way, why the hell aren't any of the English journals digitized? WTF. I do NOT want to spend all day in the stinky Ho-Tit library digging through hard copies of this shit. Ugh.
One thing that all these stories have in common is that they're depressing. Even Confederacy is, if you really understand it. Maybe I could bullshit enough about why that is. I dunno. I need to be living in the library.
Hmmm, what else do I need to do?
--some projects for astronomy
--some assignments for statistics
--a lot of data analysis for Dr. Dohanich before he gets back into the country
--track the estrus cycles of our female rats by studying two boxes full of slides containing samples of their vaginal cells under a microscope (yeah, that was fun to collect)
--decide whether I want to work on a MS or a PhD at Tulane
--fix my bike
--write a minor paper on Confederacy, due Monday
And it might help if I weren't deathly ill. I missed all my classes on Tuesday because I couldn't get out of bed. I would've missed them on Monday if it hadn't been a holiday. Even when I'm healthy, I can't stay in the Ho-Tit for very long; all that mildew (from moisture that they are still sucking out of the building from Katrina) irritates my respiratory tract something awful. I was in there today to print some stuff and I thought I was going to die. Sigh.
Anyway. I'm going back to my "fallen off the face of the earth" status now.
P.S. 38 days until I get my diploma; 30 days until my last final exam as an undergraduate.