There is something to be said about the emotional bliss after successfully completing a task at hand. I seem to suffer chronically from a desultory state of "unfinished". I have notes all over my room and in my bag, but a finished, complete thought is hard to come by. But today, I sat down and finished a book, and I mean the whole book, so that today I will be able to contribute whole-heartedly to a class discussion. I also finished the revision of my paper for Liz Frank, using a few of my newfound vocabulary words so that perhaps I may have some validation in my efforts, such as "Wow, Maura (she says Morah), that's an interesting verb you used there." Liz Frank, tangent here, has a tower of pills that she takes every morning at breakfast. I am endlessly impressed. I could have taken this thing to music class in elementary school and recieved an "E" for the nine weeks.
I've decided not to go to Washington this weekend, prefering to spend my time "not sleeping" in the NYPL. 10-6 no excuses. I took a look at some previous senior projects today, and got really excited about mine, and about how accomplished I will feel after finishing mine. I met with Geoff today, and we talked about structure and scope. My project is going to look like a wishbone. One leg will be literary visions of Pakeha identity in the 50s, 60s, and 70s, the other Maori identity during the Maori renaissance of the 60s and 70s, and base will be the bicultural literary revisions of culture in the 80s, perhaps the only good thing going for the 80s, mine and Shosha's births excuded :) ...also an unfinished thought...alas
