Might as well post for the 2nd. I’m still awake, despite my best efforts to the contrary. A lot of it comes from guilt over having just turned in an unconscionably terrible paper to an extremely nice professor.
I’m just so sick of writing essays. I have my beefs with the Missouri method (though I suspect those boil down to my beefs with human nature) but at least I get to write…not-papers. I do so hate writing papers and am so glad I didn’t run off to become a history PhD like I’d always planned. Or even worse. Get the JD/PhD from Columbia that I was planning on for about a week. That would have killed me.
In the end, my loved ones, I’m just not that brainy. I don’t get excited about theory and I don’t get excited about citations like I used to. (Yes, I really do love Turabian.)
I’m really looking forward to D.C. Maybe I’ll feel like an adult there.
