Back in Action.
Well, I got busy.
That's really the only excuse you need to explain why this blog hasn't been updated in about three months. I got busy. Monumentally so. Perhaps the briefest of a synopsis will give you an idea of this term.
This Winter, I had to do one major thing: comps. My senior integrative exercise absolutely dominated this term. After fourth week, my days looked something similar to this:
1. Wake up.
2. Work on comps.
3. Go to class.
4. Work on comps.
5. Go to practice.
6. Eat?
7. Work on comps.
8. Get high.
9. Sleep.
It was probably the most depressing--yet, strangely, the most academically rigorous--experience I've had at Carleton. Working solely on one subject was an enlightening experience. I've never felt so very attached to a concept before, especially one that held no personal significance for me. I do not care about President Gamal Abdel Nasser. I do not care about his Africa policy. I do not care (much) about history, memory, or identity. Yet, I found myself completely devoted to that paper. I poured over books, considered the weight of each word I wrote, each paragraph I edited. It was both a wholly stressful, yet cleansing, experience.
I made some great friends during the process. The majors and I bonded together in the face of the stressful conclusion of Carleton. We commandered a spot on 3rd Libe, claiming the area as our own. We drank together, laughed together, cried together, and some of us (not me) are now even bedding together. It was a remarkable experience, and I'm glad I shared it with them.
Comps are now done. This is good. I will now have time to catch up on life, as I have most of reading days completely free. I'm happy to return to this aspect of my life. Hopefully I'll have exciting things to write about in the near future.
That's really the only excuse you need to explain why this blog hasn't been updated in about three months. I got busy. Monumentally so. Perhaps the briefest of a synopsis will give you an idea of this term.
This Winter, I had to do one major thing: comps. My senior integrative exercise absolutely dominated this term. After fourth week, my days looked something similar to this:
1. Wake up.
2. Work on comps.
3. Go to class.
4. Work on comps.
5. Go to practice.
6. Eat?
7. Work on comps.
8. Get high.
9. Sleep.
It was probably the most depressing--yet, strangely, the most academically rigorous--experience I've had at Carleton. Working solely on one subject was an enlightening experience. I've never felt so very attached to a concept before, especially one that held no personal significance for me. I do not care about President Gamal Abdel Nasser. I do not care about his Africa policy. I do not care (much) about history, memory, or identity. Yet, I found myself completely devoted to that paper. I poured over books, considered the weight of each word I wrote, each paragraph I edited. It was both a wholly stressful, yet cleansing, experience.
I made some great friends during the process. The majors and I bonded together in the face of the stressful conclusion of Carleton. We commandered a spot on 3rd Libe, claiming the area as our own. We drank together, laughed together, cried together, and some of us (not me) are now even bedding together. It was a remarkable experience, and I'm glad I shared it with them.
Comps are now done. This is good. I will now have time to catch up on life, as I have most of reading days completely free. I'm happy to return to this aspect of my life. Hopefully I'll have exciting things to write about in the near future.
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