I'm going to hope that this is one of those situations where they'd rather you write a good paper than EXACTLY hit the page requirement, because even with the not-entirely-necessary material, it's going to be about a page too short, I think.
Page requirements on papers are the bane of my existence. I feel like I'm being punished for being able to write succinctly and fit all of the information I need in less space than they want me to fill. I even got a bad grade on the final in one of my freshman-year classes because "[my] answers, while not wrong per se, were shorter than those of [my] classmates" (actual words from e-mail sent to me by jackass TA).
If you're really desperate, you can always crank up the spacing on a double-spaced paper to 2.1 - it doesn't look different enough for the grader to really notice it, but damn does it make a difference.
"There was this one time an alarm went off - it was in the middle of '24.' That's just wrong. Everyone knows everyone was watching '24' at that time."
--NYU student quoted in the Washington Square News about students ignoring the frequent fire alarms in dorms
My TA is a sweetheart, so I think he would be okay with it, but I'm not sure if he's grading it, or if the three TA's are grading each others' classes, or if the professor is grading them.
My art history professor wants us to go to the museum to see one painting and write one sentence on it. Please tell me I'm not the only one who thinks that is more than slightly ridiculous, especially since I just went to the museum on Saturday and have a paper due next week.
I'm bored and over-worked, so I will share a passage I liked in the book I'm reading.
My father had a sensual relationship with his books. He loved feeling them, stroking them, sniffing them. He took a physical pleasure in his books; he could not stop himself, he had to reach out and touch them, even other people's books. And books then were sexier than books today.... There wer books with gold writing on fragrant, slightly rough leather bindings, that gave you goodflesh when you touched them, as though you were groping something private and inaccessible, soemthing that seemed to tremble at your touch. And there were other books that were bound in cloth-covered cardboard, stuck with a glue that had a wonderful smell. Every book had its own private, provocative scent. Sometimes the cloth came away from the cardboard, like a saucy skirt, and it was hard to resist the tempation to peep into the dark space between the body and the clothing and sniff those dizzying smells...
*shrug* I really like the language. I mean, what a way to describe a book!
I just snacked on some Harvset Cheddar Sunchips because I didn't realize it was so close to normal dinner hours. Stupid daylight savings time confusing me.
Like a firework unexploded
Wanting life but never
knowing how
The dining hall had terrible food tonite so I'm eating honey roasted peanuts and Mountain Dew.
The dean of the Journalism school just sat in for my magazine class professor. He said he was really impressed with my project idea to make a magazine about musical theatre, and that I should consider making a full-blown copy and possibly try to get it published for my senior capstone next year.
http://www.beintheheights.com/katnicole1 (Please click and help me win!)
I chose, and my world was shaken- So what? The choice may have been mistaken,
The choosing was not...
"Every day has the potential to be the greatest day of your life." - Lin-Manuel Miranda
"And when Idina Menzel is singing, I'm always slightly worried that her teeth are going to jump out of her mouth and chase me." - Schmerg_the_Impaler