Here we go. I’m about to embark on the most difficult two days of my college career so far. I have the same professor in two of my classes (Anthropology 4171 and Anthropology 5131) and so, of course, he’s given the midterm for both classes at the same time. It is, however, a take-home midterm, the first consisting of a series of four essays at four pages each and the second of five essays at four pages each (a total of 36 pages across 9 essays). The subjects for these essays cover some five full-length ethnographic studies and books and a number of readings from journals. At the same time, I have an essay to do in my English 5030 class, most probably about Sidney and some of his sonnets. All of this work is due Thursday — around 36 hours from now. Eha. Here I go… (Suicide tablet on standby.)
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