At last, one of my papers is done! I will trim around the edges and smear a little lipstick on it until I turn it in on Friday, but all of the substantial work on the logic paper is finally done. I don't have any other niggling problems I need to chase down--none that are so obviously problematic that I intend to chase them down, anyway.
This is especially good because I have accomplished fuck-all on the others. Well, I've got half my page count written on the Metaphysics paper (due Monday), but man did I end up carving out a boring topic for myself. I have no idea how good any of the crap I've spewed for it is; it has become too boring and the logic paper has control of my feedback loop. Still haven't even 100% settled on the topic for the Wittgenstein paper due next Friday, and that will be the hardest of the bunch. But no problem, first there's a completely comprehensive logic final to take next Thursday, in which short essays will be written on all topics, and you also come in with a prepared essay on a topic chosen from a list already provided. Which basically means I have to write another paper for logic and memorize it, while studying for the rest of the final and also writing the impossible Wittgenstein paper. My lack of God, the Wittgenstein paper is a terrifying prospect.
I'd like to take a moment to congratulate myself for correctly identifying this as the semester to take no 'real' classes in addition to these three. I thought they would all be bears. Two of them were. This is an incredible experience. Incredibly stressful, I mean. Here's hoping I don't get so hung over from the prison party (which becomes my birthday party 3 hours in) that I am completely useless the next day. That's how things went the last couple of times I went to a party. How about: beer. I'll stick to beer. Wine has been a good friend to me historically, but lately it has been sneaking up on me and the next thing I know I'm spraying purple onto the BART tracks. It's also nice that the party will be within staggering distance from home.
Anyway, it came about way too late but I am intensely relieved to flush the cache of considerations on this paper aside. It is actually the strongest paper I've written here (assuming I didn't miss anything major). I was limited to 8 pages, but I got around that by using endnotes instead of footnotes for the first time. Endnotes are great--they go down to 10-point font and are single spaced. Yeah, there's a full page of endnotes. But fuck 'em if they can't take a joke. If I go insane and apply to grad school, and this paper doesn't get ripped apart, it's probably what I will develop into my writing sample.
Jeezy Creezy--it sounds only slightly stressful in your neck of the woods. It's a bear when the end is in sight, and that doesn't really make much difference because the final stretch is so arduous.
ReplyDeleteGood luck. Happy Birthday. And take it easy at the party. No reason to pile feeling like shit on top of shitloads of work.
(How can you even think about grad school? Thou art insane).