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I love it when I figure out what the thesis of my paper is...three hours before it's due. *eternal facepalm* (I wasn't writing about gender relations or the urban vs. agrarian divide! I was writing about class mobility.) The last half went much faster than the first.
This is not the worse paper writing experience of my sad and sordid paper writing career, however. That title goes to my English 220 research paper on Evelina, in which I flashbacked to eleventh grade and used the word "liminal" too much, got distracted by articles on gynosodomy in post-Rennaissance literature, got no sleep, and finished the paper just in time to run it all the way across campus to the department office, thirty seconds after my professor walked out of the building and towards her car with a stack of already-submitted papers in her arms. I chased her down in order to hand that thing in on time. 5 PM on a Friday in November, and I'd missed a chance to go to NYC to see Spamalot with the original cast. Afterwards I went to a D&D session, punched a wall hard enough to bruise my knuckles, and broke down crying uncontrollably for the first time in my life after someone made a joke about Narnia and one of the English professors.
It was a really funny joke, in context. I got an A on the paper. (My best paper writing experience was, hands down, my Literary Criticism final, senior year- I wrote it in less than twelve hours on half an hour of sleep, it was actually pretty good, and writing it was a joyous experience.)
So, really, this doesn't even rank in the top five for horrible paper experiences- but it was one of the most difficult to actually write. Part of that was probably due to not knowing what, precisely, I was writing about, and to my general apathy towards the book I read. More of it is probably to do with the way this class in general causes me a lot of general D: feelings.
Man. Now I really want to read about gynosodomy again- because really, who doesn't? But all I have is this book of articles on homoeroticism in ancient Arabian poetry, which isn't the same thing at all. *siiiigh*
This is not the worse paper writing experience of my sad and sordid paper writing career, however. That title goes to my English 220 research paper on Evelina, in which I flashbacked to eleventh grade and used the word "liminal" too much, got distracted by articles on gynosodomy in post-Rennaissance literature, got no sleep, and finished the paper just in time to run it all the way across campus to the department office, thirty seconds after my professor walked out of the building and towards her car with a stack of already-submitted papers in her arms. I chased her down in order to hand that thing in on time. 5 PM on a Friday in November, and I'd missed a chance to go to NYC to see Spamalot with the original cast. Afterwards I went to a D&D session, punched a wall hard enough to bruise my knuckles, and broke down crying uncontrollably for the first time in my life after someone made a joke about Narnia and one of the English professors.
It was a really funny joke, in context. I got an A on the paper. (My best paper writing experience was, hands down, my Literary Criticism final, senior year- I wrote it in less than twelve hours on half an hour of sleep, it was actually pretty good, and writing it was a joyous experience.)
So, really, this doesn't even rank in the top five for horrible paper experiences- but it was one of the most difficult to actually write. Part of that was probably due to not knowing what, precisely, I was writing about, and to my general apathy towards the book I read. More of it is probably to do with the way this class in general causes me a lot of general D: feelings.
Man. Now I really want to read about gynosodomy again- because really, who doesn't? But all I have is this book of articles on homoeroticism in ancient Arabian poetry, which isn't the same thing at all. *siiiigh*
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