Senior year should be about wrapping up, tying up loose ends, last hurrahs and finially taking that damn humanities course you should have taken freshman year.
Yeah. Right.
So far, here's what I've discovered senior year is about:
-Courses that look fun at first but come with 20 page research papers at the end.
-Figuring out where to apply for grad school/getting in touch with potential grad advisors/freaking out about the GRE/begging professors that you had once, freshman year, for letters of recomendation.
-Reading. Lots and lots of very dry reading.
I'm still in the preliminary stages of the whole grad school thing. I have lists. Multiple lists. Despite the fact that I'm fighting tooth-and-nail to get out of the South, most of the schools I'm looking at are in the same gerneral region. I'm trimming down the options from insane to relatively reasonable. Which, oddly enough is where this blog comes in. If I'm writing about things, I have to think about them and am less likely to put them off or forget about them. So, what looks suspiciously like an agent of procrastination is actually a coping mechanism.
However, right this very moment, it is an agent of procrastination since I should be most of the way through Preston Holder's The Hoe and the Horse on the Plains http://www.amazon.com/Hoe-Horse-Plains-Cultural-Development/dp/0803258097/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1251597666&sr=1-1 and I'm most definitely not.
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