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I am sitting at my computer at the dining room table ostensibly working on my annotated bibliography that is due tomorrow. In actuality, I am reading Perez and lolcats and Russia Today and pretty much anything that is not related to my annotated bibliography.
Not that I have anything against my annotated bibliography. I have, in fact, a great interest in my topic (the Flexner report). I just don't like that whole writing part. Even though the writing for an annotation is far less involved than the writing for an actual paper. This is where I fail at academia. I like to read things; I hate writing/talking about them. And an annotated bibliography is really a big (well, little) analysis of each source. Gag me with a spoon.
My other task for class tomorrow is to read Stiff, by Mary Roach. I'm having no trouble with this part. It's just the whole discussing thing that causes me problems. Blah.
Not that I have anything against my annotated bibliography. I have, in fact, a great interest in my topic (the Flexner report). I just don't like that whole writing part. Even though the writing for an annotation is far less involved than the writing for an actual paper. This is where I fail at academia. I like to read things; I hate writing/talking about them. And an annotated bibliography is really a big (well, little) analysis of each source. Gag me with a spoon.
My other task for class tomorrow is to read Stiff, by Mary Roach. I'm having no trouble with this part. It's just the whole discussing thing that causes me problems. Blah.