Friday, May 19th, 2006 • No Comments on TGIF
I have absolutely no reason to whine since I wanted to go to graduate school and I’m essentially doing it for fun, but—seriously—taking two graduate level literature classes at the same time during summer term is very much a full-time job. I love taking summer classes, though. It’s quick, it’s intense, it’s insane—but there is a shared misery (otherwise referred to as camaraderie) that makes for a good time. Yeah, I’m weird like that.
There is also a sense of pride when you walk into a classroom on the second night of class and realize that half of the students have dropped. It’s like academic Survivor. I am tough! Of course, you know it’s after 9 p.m. on the last class of the week when your otherwise reserved professor asks you to refer to him as “The Big Pickle.” There’s something… special… about summer classes that just can’t be duplicated during the fall and spring semesters.
Oh… I (we) rocked the Asian American Literature presentation. My partner Patrick and I received a glowing e-mail from our professor this evening:
“First of all, kudos for a rich and layered FIRST presentation this summer… What was most pleasurable in the presentation was how each of you brought to bear on the presentation points, your clear intellectual engagement…”
There’s more, but the best part is the grade: A. Woo! One more oral presentation to go (next Thursday), and I can at least relax about the public speaking part of my grades. There’s still all the writing (I’m estimating about 80 pages in the next 5 weeks) and reading, but the verbal stuff is what keeps me up nights. I’d rather write a 20-page paper. No kidding.
I have three days off before my four-nights-a-week class schedule kicks in again. I have a ton of work to do before Monday, as well as a freelance writing gig I picked up today that might (hopefully) generate a little bit of steady income. After all, I can’t survive on a whopping $3.41 royalty check!
Funny, I consider myself to be an intelligent person. I even know a few other people who would testify to that fact—without being bribed or threatened, even. But leave it to me to pick “starving writer” and “perpetual student” as my two areas of interest. All I need to do now is add “dedicated volunteer” and “grassroots activist” to the list and I’ll be the dumbest smart person on the planet.