Tuesday, November 22, 2011

The Paper That Wouldn’t Die

I don’t talk a whole lot about grad school on here because…well, because my blog is my happy, safe lala-land place where I don’t have to cite my primary sources or think too far ahead. But I thought I’d take a minute to talk about how thankful I am for school. I love my school. I love learning. I love teaching. I love my faculty. I love my students. I love my tiny mailbox in the corridor. I love my desk in the office. I love my stacks of library books and the bigger stacks of ungraded papers and my goofy student id photo. I even love the chilly early morning hike from the parking lot to my classrooms. School has been a great place for me to grow and figure out who I am, what I value, and how I can best serve my community and make art I care about at the same time.

But people…writing the modern drama paper I’m turning in today was like…well, it was kind of like this:

Every woman becomes a slave to…the paper that wouldn’t die.

love, elizabeth


Mrs. Pancakes said...

It's great that you love school...would be fun to hear one of your lectures!!

Nikskie said...

i love college too.and you're right.the papers won't die. i'm on my final research right now!!! (crossed-fingers)

Janette said...

BAHAHAHA! The title of this post made me laugh! Hang in there!

Janette, the Jongleur

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