One last and final semester
It's almost over. My last semester is here and in full swing. I shall soon be a Master of Arts. Lisp, leotard and all. Gives a new meaning to "spiritual fervor" doesn't it?
So many cliches come to mind. My final semester dawned with no great fanfare or celebration. The end of Hebrew beckons and the final (big ass) paper threatens. I only wish this would fulfill my dreams of corrupting the young minds of tomorrow and disrupting the forever docility practice of faculty lunches. See, I'm smart, now. I can make up words! Crap, I looked it up. It's already a word. Maybe I'll do better after my Ph.D. Professors are always making up crap. I can't wait!
The great thing about this semester is that I only have four classes. One's done, one is a practicum and one is Hebrew with lots and lots of take-home assignments. The other course is designed to help us successfully write the final paper. The syllabus says 35-45 pages. Colleagues and professors say 80-100 for a really good one. What the crap? That would be the equivalent of a Master's of Theology final thesis which is about one-third of the doctoral thesis. Why do I subject myself to overreaching? One word: and when I find that one word, I'll be smarter than I am, now. For now, just know that I love you. And pray for the wife and kids. They will need it more than I.
Why did the Padres sign Piazza?
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So many cliches come to mind. My final semester dawned with no great fanfare or celebration. The end of Hebrew beckons and the final (big ass) paper threatens. I only wish this would fulfill my dreams of corrupting the young minds of tomorrow and disrupting the forever docility practice of faculty lunches. See, I'm smart, now. I can make up words! Crap, I looked it up. It's already a word. Maybe I'll do better after my Ph.D. Professors are always making up crap. I can't wait!
The great thing about this semester is that I only have four classes. One's done, one is a practicum and one is Hebrew with lots and lots of take-home assignments. The other course is designed to help us successfully write the final paper. The syllabus says 35-45 pages. Colleagues and professors say 80-100 for a really good one. What the crap? That would be the equivalent of a Master's of Theology final thesis which is about one-third of the doctoral thesis. Why do I subject myself to overreaching? One word: and when I find that one word, I'll be smarter than I am, now. For now, just know that I love you. And pray for the wife and kids. They will need it more than I.
Why did the Padres sign Piazza?
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