I am your average graduate student, knee-deep in 500-page books with yellowing pages, seminars, library research, journal articles, essays and reviews, with a penchant for three-hour long discussions on terminology and an overwhelming addiction to all things caffeinated. I like to think I'm an intellectual. For the most part, I am not. I also like to think that I am a voracious reader. A voracious reader of all things history-related, sadly enough. I am anal. I am also obssessive-compulsive. I know the exact moment the library opens and closes. I do the Dewey-decimal thing. I prefer Libary of Congress. My life sadly consists of a thesis, and nothing but a thesis. I read. I highlight. I type. I delete everything and type again. I am continuously rewriting sentences. I am a prolific B.S-er. I cannot write a simple sentence. I must use all the big words I can. I can type to a percussion rhythm. My papers bleed with red ink when I'm done. I have been known to laugh and cry hysterically while writing a research paper. I [heart] history. I am confident that I will make no money as a history professor. I care not. Somehow, the thought of teaching comforts me.Myspace Graphics
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