Don't say it backwards
I'm enjoying dawdling (in a peculiar sort of way) over my last undergrad paper. Who knows when I'll be asked to do something like this again? With this also comes the feeling that I have the right to be done with all classwork, and to begin obsessing over finding a job in Chicago. (Emily, I want to work in their library, with the archives!)
I think I'm coming out of the postpartum funk of the end of project-writing. My board praised me a lot, told me to make it publishable, and shook my hand. (The only question I choked a bit on was "How do you think the novel is different from philosophical writing?" Although in answering it I did realize that's pretty much what my project is about...)
And I'm nearly a graduate. Bloomberg is speaking, and I'm looking forward to some spectacle.
More than that, I want to ride my bike to the beach.
I think I'm coming out of the postpartum funk of the end of project-writing. My board praised me a lot, told me to make it publishable, and shook my hand. (The only question I choked a bit on was "How do you think the novel is different from philosophical writing?" Although in answering it I did realize that's pretty much what my project is about...)
And I'm nearly a graduate. Bloomberg is speaking, and I'm looking forward to some spectacle.
More than that, I want to ride my bike to the beach.