Done?

I'd just like to take this time to acknowledge the fact that I have "completed" my paper on whiteness. It is, by far, the worst piece of writing I have ever managed to produce. Well, it might be a little better than the short story I wrote when I was five about the origin of the Santa Claus facade. Anyway, I haven't proofread the 27-page debacle yet, and I really don't want to. But it's a necessary evil, which I will endure with much pain and trepidation. With the completion of this paper, I have successfully (or not, perhaps) reached the end of my first semester. I'm sure I have thoughts on this; I just can't locate them now. I will wax philosophical (because apparently I didn't get enough of that during the last four months) at a later time. Maybe.

I had a thought the other day as I was waiting in the subway. I caught a glimpse of a cute little rat scavenging for food in the murky water between the tracks. Poor thing. Then I started thinking about his genetic make-up. Have subway-dwelling rats developed anything as a result of living down there? I understand that there are sewer rats. But if you think about it, these rats deal with the ration of crap that people throw down the tracks. Also, at regular intervals throughout the day and night, they are forced to react to a rumbling on the track, which soon turns into a loud monstrosity with a bright light on the front. So are subway rats' hearing better than other rats' hearing? And how about their organs? Are they any stronger as a result of the "food" they ingest? Unfortunately I didn't have my iPod with me when I was having these thoughts, and, looking back, I believe that may have contributed to my concern for the rats. Ok, to my paper I go.