last term paper ever
I am in the middle of it, taking a five-minute internet break.
I am doing it fucking old-school. It is a fifteen-to-twenty page term paper that will be written pretty much entirely in one twenty-four hour period that started at 6:30am this morning and will end, my professor says, "unequivocally, unambiguously" at 7am tomorrow. (Mostly I really have been more organized this year.) I did not think I was capable of that any more but it turns out I have some fight left in me. It is raining out and I can hear thunder. I even ate old pizza for dinner!
It is on Hegel's discussion of conscience and forgiveness. It is not as profound as the topic might seem but there are some sly bits in it. The semester I did Hegel in undergrad was the semester I definitely decided to become a philosopher; it was a time in my life that meant a lot to me. That term paper, written over a much longer and even more painful period, got me my only A+ at Swarthmore. Hegel's discussion of forgiveness ends basically like Ulysses does.
I am really goddamn grateful that this is my last term paper, both because this is my last paper and because it is this one, being written in this way. It is sentimental but I really could not have wished to end my term-paper-writing career in any other manner.
I am doing it fucking old-school. It is a fifteen-to-twenty page term paper that will be written pretty much entirely in one twenty-four hour period that started at 6:30am this morning and will end, my professor says, "unequivocally, unambiguously" at 7am tomorrow. (Mostly I really have been more organized this year.) I did not think I was capable of that any more but it turns out I have some fight left in me. It is raining out and I can hear thunder. I even ate old pizza for dinner!
It is on Hegel's discussion of conscience and forgiveness. It is not as profound as the topic might seem but there are some sly bits in it. The semester I did Hegel in undergrad was the semester I definitely decided to become a philosopher; it was a time in my life that meant a lot to me. That term paper, written over a much longer and even more painful period, got me my only A+ at Swarthmore. Hegel's discussion of forgiveness ends basically like Ulysses does.
I am really goddamn grateful that this is my last term paper, both because this is my last paper and because it is this one, being written in this way. It is sentimental but I really could not have wished to end my term-paper-writing career in any other manner.