I just finished writing my first term paper of my graduate career (19 Pages? why yes, this IS real life).
I have one presentation and two papers left to write for the term. Those papers are only loosely formed.
I was aided in the fact that it snowed nearly the entire day in Lincoln, causing me to tumble into a veritable pit of despair and indignation. I had to channel all of my energy caused by this personal foul into something creative. The six (and growing) inches currently on the ground outside were the perfect catalyst for me to sit down and finally commit to this paper.
I feel only 83% good about the final outcome of the paper, but I can't really afford to spend any more time on it.
Sometimes good enough has to be good enough.
I have a lot to say about a lot of things, but I cannot fathom staring at this presbyopia- inducing screen, with all its pdfs, pixels and internet- seduction for another second. I will have to report more fully at a later date. Just be ready for lots. of. goodness.
Now I need to go take 50 Quaaludes and force myself to unwind; do not think about art, history, theory or culture, context or style for one more minute.
I have one presentation and two papers left to write for the term. Those papers are only loosely formed.
I was aided in the fact that it snowed nearly the entire day in Lincoln, causing me to tumble into a veritable pit of despair and indignation. I had to channel all of my energy caused by this personal foul into something creative. The six (and growing) inches currently on the ground outside were the perfect catalyst for me to sit down and finally commit to this paper.
Snowflake Studies
Wilson Bentley
ca. 1902
Paired with some Edamame, Neko Case and The Kills, this is the Perfect Paper-Writing Storm (PPWS for future reference).
I feel only 83% good about the final outcome of the paper, but I can't really afford to spend any more time on it.
Sometimes good enough has to be good enough.
I have a lot to say about a lot of things, but I cannot fathom staring at this presbyopia- inducing screen, with all its pdfs, pixels and internet- seduction for another second. I will have to report more fully at a later date. Just be ready for lots. of. goodness.
Now I need to go take 50 Quaaludes and force myself to unwind; do not think about art, history, theory or culture, context or style for one more minute.
1 comment:
alicia, sometimes I read your blog and I feel like we are sharing a brain. Hope that isn't weird since I haven't talked to you for many moons. Grad school is whole new ball game, isn't it? And living outside Provo is a million times better- but it's still unsettling, and hard to make a new life in a new place. anyway hope you're not dead from the stress of the end of the semester...I feel like I have stapled my life and soul to the three twenty page papers I turned in last week. stay in love with what you do!
--Shamra
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