paper done. julie tired.
[I've already used "Fire bad. Tree pretty." as a title. This is all I have.]
Ok then, the 10-12 page essay ended up being 2895 words which, as you all know, is not 10-12 pages. It's 9 pages of actual text, and it will just have to do. I'm not terribly concerned about the grade, because I wrote a shitty paper for this fellow last semester and I got some flavor of a B on it. I'm confident I'll get some flavor of an A on this one, short or not. Given that four of the (nine) people in the class asked him (last week!) "so, how do you write a 10 page research paper?" and they're not even English majors/haven't taken lit courses before, well...suffice to say the poor fellow has low expectations in his undergrad courses.
What this means to you:
- nothing
- Dr. H, I'll write a thing for you about trackback...tomorrow. It has to go in the book anyway.
- I have to get up early and get some work done.
- I only have two biz class finals, one 1000-word essay final and one 3000-word essay final to go! Then I can tackle my stack of
thirty freaking books sitting on my coffeetable. The ones for fun. The ones for fun that are published by Broadview and have "critical edition" in their titles.
I'm going to bed.
