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This is the week of "I hate my life." I have the rough draft of my big research paper for my senior seminar due on Monday at nine am, and while I've got almost all of my necessary research in line, I haven't gotten any further on the actual writing parts than doing my outline. On the other hand, I have a great topic that I care about on an emotional as well as scholarly level, and I have so much anecdotal evidence that keep it down to twenty-five pages will be the hard part, and once I get through the boring background research parts I think I'll be good to go.
My topic, by the way, is "Relationships Between Women in Soviet Prison Camps Under Stalin," and I'm working under the thesis that while things weren't exactly always amicable between women, one of the defining characteristics of women's Gulag memoirs is how their own friendships with one another helped to preserve their sense of humanity and keep them alive in the camp system. Basically, it's a paper about how women managed to forge friendships and use them to survive and remain spiritually intact in one of the most egregious examples of institutionalized slavery during the 20th century. My paper can also be summed down to: women are awesome!
It's kind of cool to be able to write a paper like that, and know that my (male, somewhat academically old-school) professor will be just as interested as I am. But the actual writing of it is kind of exhausting, both physically and mentally. And I have a test in my Poli Sci class on the same day that this paper is due, just to put that extra twist into the universe fucking with me.
Overall: good paper! But bleeeaaagh.
My topic, by the way, is "Relationships Between Women in Soviet Prison Camps Under Stalin," and I'm working under the thesis that while things weren't exactly always amicable between women, one of the defining characteristics of women's Gulag memoirs is how their own friendships with one another helped to preserve their sense of humanity and keep them alive in the camp system. Basically, it's a paper about how women managed to forge friendships and use them to survive and remain spiritually intact in one of the most egregious examples of institutionalized slavery during the 20th century. My paper can also be summed down to: women are awesome!
It's kind of cool to be able to write a paper like that, and know that my (male, somewhat academically old-school) professor will be just as interested as I am. But the actual writing of it is kind of exhausting, both physically and mentally. And I have a test in my Poli Sci class on the same day that this paper is due, just to put that extra twist into the universe fucking with me.
Overall: good paper! But bleeeaaagh.