This is Anne... Complete and Real
I think I wrote the best paper ever last Wednesday. I didn't turn it in until today, but even as I was writing it I thought "Damn is this good!" and turns out I was right.

I went to meet with my professor today. We were supposed to have fifteen minute interviews with him and he was supposed to read our papers so we could turn in the corrected versions tomorrow before break. I went in after waiting for a few moments, he read my paper, and I was out of there in TWO MINUTES!!!!

But that. That doesn't mean so much. What shows I really have a great paper is that I was asked to make FOUR changes to it. Two of them I forgot to put in the page number after quotations, one of them was to add the word "also" and the last was to add the word "insensitive". And then he told me I had a good paper, and then he repeated himself and said it was a REALLY good paper.

FINALLY!!

Now, where's my reward for being such a brilliant English major??

I think they're probably keeping my reward money with the money they are going to start paying me at McDonalds in order for me to GIVE a shit about customers, or pretty much anything there whatsoever. The $5.70 that I'm making pays for my uniform, my shoes, and my gas to get to work.

But Fuck McDonalds.

I wrote a great paper and I can't even enjoy it because people are shitheads.

Comments
on Nov 24, 2004
Yay!!! As a fellow English major I share your joy! I know that feeling, exactly.

For me, it was my first class under the hardened Shakespearean scholor, Dr. ___. The day she was to hand back our first papers of the term she said, in her most solemn voice, that she rarely comes across a paper that impresses her, that there was one amongst us who had written such a paper, and she would like to read it to the the class as an example- without divulging the author's name. I couldn't believe my ears when she began reading my paper...and she read the ENTIRE thing aloud (and with flair)!

Alas, the rewards of an English major are quiet and subtle...

Nobody ever knew that paper was mine. But it was one of the best days of my life. I sweated that paper! It was titled "Nature Imagery in Titus Andronicus."

Sorry to ramble. It's just that I got so happy for you it brought back my own happy memory! So what'd you write your paper on?

on Nov 24, 2004
It was on the "insensitive media portrayal of rape in Margaret Atwood's 'Rape Fantasies'".

Good memory
on Nov 24, 2004
"insensitive media portrayal of rape in Margaret Atwood's 'Rape Fantasies'"


-Damn, that sounds more gruesome than Titus Andronicus.