The last thing I should be doing right now is posting to my blog. I have a paper due Friday morning for a class that I care about, and that I've learned a lot in, and that I want to do thoughtful work for. My last paper. Of college.
Okay, so I'll most likely have reflective analyses to do for my education classes next year, and I'll definitely have to write a philosophy of education. But this is the last
real paper. My last piece of literary critical analysis. How sad.
As I'm reading back over what I've written of this last paper thus far I'm struck by how much my writing has changed in my time at UIUC. For example, I've used the word
I in this paper six times already. In this blog post, so far, I've ended three clauses (one sentence) with a preposition. And this is the sixth sentence fragment. Four years of undergraduate coursework in English, and this is what I have to show for it. (And by
this, I mean a departure from giving a rat's fat ass about mechanical convention and an energized focus on finding interesting and worthwhile things to read and write about, like the texts I'm writing about for this last paper, and the ones I'm using to inform my response.)
Forgive me the obnoxious navel-gazing, I'm just having a moment with my English-major-hood that's ending this week.
(And sure, I'll probably go back to grad school. This probably
isn't my last paper. But things happen, and I thought I'd say a few words just in case.) Lots of parentheses in this post.
I can't really tell if the best* part about this great* new site is that it tells me right away if a chick is moody/if a guy has got the moolah to buy me a sparkly ring, or if it's the friendly, flattering* rhetoric of their emails.
