Academia
I'm not going to complain about school this time. I finished my little paper tonight about a few minutes ago. No matter that it took way more hours than I expected it to. But I finished. And Olaudah Equiano was successful in his dual identity approach to the slavery/freedom dichotomy. I don't want to think about him anymore. Tomorrow is the class for which I wrote this paper. I'm looking forward to a painless two hours. I've been working up my nerve all week to say something out loud in front of 34 people. I'll let you know what comes out of my mouth.
Wednesday night is the annual Liberal Studies reception. There will be alcohol. And it will be free. I'm looking forward to it kind of. I like some of the people in my program. Oh, and the second years are loads of fun. Watching these people walk around with superior attitudes is at times entertaining and at others quite nauseating.
I've only been an "academic" for 3.1 weeks. I'm going to hold off on criticizing academia for at least the first semester. Next up for Modernity is Federalist Paper #10 by James Madison; Maximilien Robespierre's "Speech on Constitutional Principles" and his "Report on the Principles of Political Morality"; and Marie Jean Antoine Nicolas de Caritat Condorcet's "Introduction and Stages IX and X, from 'Sketch for a Historical Picture of the Rights of Man.'" That's due next Tuesday. But I don't have to write a paper on that until the following week. Unless I decide to write about Hegel.
I had a burrito for dinner. There's a place down the street called Burritoville. They deliver. Everyone delivers here. I need to go grocery shopping. Too bad one of the stores is expensive. It's like the Co-op, so at least I know I can get good food. And they're open 24 hours. The other store, which is much cheaper, sucks. That combined with the fact that I still hate grocery shopping means a hideously barren refrigerator.
Sorry to go on about groceries but I have nothing exciting to report. I read. I sleep. I eat. And I don't go to Rusted Root concerts. I have to buy the tickets in person on a different day from the show. That means two hours on a train. Plus, the woman I talked to today was rude so that pretty much did it for me. I'll just listen to their CDs all week. I'm going to bed now. Read or die.
