The other day I got an email from one of my professors saying that I need to go back to the drawing board on a fifteen page rough draft of a research paper for one of my brit lit grad classes. Fantastic. I’d written the first draft in a rush, trying to get it out of the way so I could concentrate on writing a novel. Now I’ve got to drop the novel in an attempt to catch up to where I’m supposed to be with this research paper. I have to say, I really don’t see the point of writing a conference ready research paper if we have no intentions of publishing it or going to a conference. But, sometimes it’s all about jumping through the necessary hoops. Fifteen minutes until class, and it’s all rubbish, all of it. What have I gotten from my grad school experience? Countless new ways to waste my time and to avoid doing anything I actually want to do.
On the up side (there is one?) The novel was drivel anyway. Much like my paper.
