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Apr 21, 2005
less emo, fewer analogies I've been on a philosophical, psychoanalytical kick over the last few days. And, I've been throwing in a lot of analogies. Sorry about that. The worst part is that I have a bunch more (including an awesome cliff diving analogy.) But, I'll spare you. It's been an intense week though. I'm pretty exhausted. Anyway, on Tuesday I had a 20 page research paper due. On Friday night, I had no topic picked out. On Saturday morning, I picked out a topic, went to the library for a little while to look up some sources, found none, came home and got onto Ohio Link and found nothing as well. So, I picked a new topic, and found 15 articles. So, I go for a walk to clear my head, and then Stephanie and Mel kidnapped me, and that was the end of writing that day. On Sunday, I read 2 articles, go to church, go to softball practice, and then I'm beat. So, I take a nap, get up, read a few more articles. Then, I start to get worried. I skim a couple of more articles, and begin to realize that I do not have a paper out of these sources. So then I try to strategize. I begin to wonder if there is an old paper on my computer that will work in this class. Then I remember a paper I wrote back in the fall of 2000. I pull it up, and find out that I need to make it longer, but it is going to work. Anyway, after some research and writing on Monday, along with some playing with fonts and margins, I finish the paper. After class on Tuesday, I have the following conversation with Ed: Ed: How did the paper go? Me: It's turned in. Ed: Good. Me: Actually it was horrible. I get the satisfaction of having it done, but not the satisfaction of a job well done (it really was a horrible paper. Even the original paper was pretty bad.) Ed: Oh. Me: Oh yeah. Anyway, I get to class and turn the paper in. Class starts, and the the professor says, "One of the reasons we assign research papers is so that you will learn something." Then, the takes the first paper off of the stack, reads the name and then asks the student what he learned about the topic. We had to do impromptu presentaions on our research. Ed: What did he say about yours? Me: Well, after I was done, he thought about it for a second and said, "Interesting topic. I'm glad you picked it. It sounds like you did a good job with it." Ed: You realize that your whole life is a lie. Me: Yeah. posted
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