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Sometimes I really hate school. As you can probably guess a) this is one of those times, and b) I am writing a paper.

I currently have 1543 words of a 2000-word paper completed, which is really good because all I managed to get down yesterday was about 400 - ultimately not significantly more than the introduction.

I wish this history of seafaring class wasn't so disappointing. I mean, I love boats! (I am in fact hearing S's impression of me in my head at the moment: *in a high pitched British accent, because that's how S does a female voice... any female voice* "Boats! Latin! Boats and Latin and Sci Fi!")

Do you think that my prof would accept scoffing at Rediker and ogling Vickers' pie charts as "situating the book in the context of other work in the field" and "critical analysis" respectively?

I am leaning towards yes...

However, I did spend about five minutes straight laughing at some lines over in troyswann's journal in which Aristotle referred to Plato as "Form Boy" (is it still a Platonic Dialogue if Plato was not the one to write it? Huh? I ask you THAT!), so I suspect that my rocker is decidedly off at this stage in my life.

*laughs like a drain. An insane, sentient drain. (that may be redundant)*