Yesterday, I sat through three hours of the "mini-conference"--a fancy name for everyone in my class reading a ten (or sixteen, or eighteen) minute version of their papers to one another, while our professor looked on, crunching on Doritoes and throwing his pen at odd intervals. Seriously, sometimes I wonder if he isn't just a thirteen-year-old kid inside, like Tom Hanks in Big, and just managed to wander into our classroom on the first day of classes and decide to "teach." Certainly the preparation he's put in is comparable to what a thirteen-year-old would do. In any case, it's finally over, and almost the entire class went out afterwards to celebrate the end of his two and a half month reign of terror over our lives.

And now I'm done!!! All I have left to do is turn in the final draft of my paper (which I won't be looking at again for at least two days yet), and it only needs a bit of revision and proofreading. Its hard to believe that I'm nearly done with my first term of grad school. As awful as it's been I'm actually looking forward to next term a little bit. This may seem masochistic, but I'm taking classes that study real, honest to goodness literature, and I think it's going to be a much better experience. The classes that I'm signed up for are Sacred Violence and a class on the Baroque period, in which we're looking not only at lit, but music, art, philosophy and so on, which should be really fun. But in any case, I have four lovely weeks stretching out before me, in which I shall do nothing but read the books I like, create fun things with markers and glue, play with my friends, watch DVDs of Alias, and generally be as un-studious as possible. Oh yeah, and blog, of course.

Labels: grad school

0 comments