I got into grad school at Clemson. The rest of my undergraduate work is officially made considerably less stressful. Oorrah ( Read more... )

My Colonial America paper is pretty awesome...except that I have yet to type in my eight pages of revisions.
Off to the gym, then a long night of editing.

Good news ( Read more... )

Swinging on One Hip: The Balance of the Popularity and Deviancy of Jazz Musicians ( Read more... )

Want to talk about how discouraged I am about grad school ( Read more... )

I would totally bang my Senior Paper adviser.

On that note, my research paper, if approved on Monday, shall be on Jazz and drug use.

I think it's really exciting, anyway.

If less paperwork were involved, a hell of a lot more would get done. While thinking about and mapping out the progress of what you do is totally acceptable, having specific forms for approval and editing is absolutely ridiculous. Particularly when they're 3 page documents to show thought of a 20-30 page document not due for another seven months ( Read more... )

Yesterday, the History Chair, Dr. O-hmygodtherearetoomanyconsonentsinyourname rejected my senior research topic. Basically, he doesn't want to do the paperwork for the things I want to do, and wants me to do the seminar instead. Because I don't want to deal with the paperwork either, I'm gonna go with that ( Read more... )

The essays are written ( Read more... )

Fall break was everything I needed it to be. Chill time with Andrew, fun and games on roller coasters at Carowinds, and not-campus food. Not to mention next to no work ( Read more... )