It's finally here. The culminating point of my whole graduate school experience---Capstone. For those unfamiliar, this fun filled experience is basically boils down to writing a 30 page thesis and presenting it in front of the faculty and members of your Dept.
When Chip handed us the syllabus on Wednesday it was filled with words that are not usually used in reference to me. Scholarly---no? Smart Ass? Oh yeah! Regardless, it is my mission, come hell or high water, to write a "scholarly paper that I will be proud of." Oh crap.
Can I say it again? I am not a scholar. My friend Steph...she's a scholar. She can talk about economics like nobody's business. My friend Tracy...she's also a scholar...she has more literary knowledge than any one of the anthologies that I ever had to read for my undergrad English courses. Her husband, Loren...he's a SUPER-scholar. He's a technical writer and can understand and write about stuff like genetics. Me, I can tell you that the young adult novel
The Higher Power of Lucky was controversial because it used the word "scrotum." Hardly worthy of the focus of academia.Now that my first proposal focusing on the Effectiveness of Reading Strategies in the Middle School Classroom has been shit-canned, I am throwing myself whole hog into one of the best novels of all time, To Kill a Mockingbird. In the next twelve weeks I may start referring to my daughter as Scout and my husband as Atticus. Hell, I may even start wearing a ham costume constructed from chicken wire in order to get into the novel. More likely I think I am going to be doing an exorbitant amount of crying and cursing, both independently and together.
Do you think my Department Chair will take an excuse note from my mom?
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