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I’M DONE WITH THE FUCKING STUPID SEMINAR PAPERS!
AHAHAHAHAHAHA
NO MORE HAVING TO READ THROUGH MY CLASSMATES GRAMMATICAL ERRORS!
NO MORE PAINFULLY SIMPLE LANGUAGE!
NO
FUCKING
MORE!
My life right now.
I keep editing this paper, starting out so strong, making insightful comments
And then I get to a sentence that takes up 4 lines and plethora of commas
And no introduction for their ideas
And I kind of want to shoot myself in the face because of it.
Final count:
20 pages, including bibliography
16 sources
6,581 words
1,136 men discussed
2 months of work
1 very tired history major
Reasons why I love my history seminar:
The phrase: “Well it’s not going to give you a really sexy thesis.” is a valid critique of your paper.
I’M DONE WITH MY ROSTERS
DANCE PARTYYYYYYYYYYYYY~!
Going to the state historical society tomorrow~!
I get to see the Civil War flags in the restoration lab and take a tour of the archives.
And then delve into those pretty, pretty archives.
Come to me my preciousssssssssss
I am a little nervous, but at the same time so damn excited for this.
I love books you guys. I love historical documents. I love the research. The paper? The paper can go have it’s own merry little time in the deepest pits of hell. But all that information just waiting at my fingertips?
It’s so beautiful.
Freaking the fuck out about life, the universe, and everything?
Calm down by researching the Insular Celts.
