Well I slept later than I meant to, because I took Tylenol PM to get to sleep, then didn’t go to bed until one, and then I kept waking up from really short, realistic dreams. The kind of boring, realistic dream that tricks your mind into not knowing its asleep until you wake up. I am still kind of groggy and am gulping down some coffee before I go over to campus for work and getting mass amounts of readings done. (Well, that’s the plan. My level of productivity has dropped to zero since turning in my draft.)

So I’ve started looking for jobs, just tentatively since I can’t do much until I’m back in the New York area. You know that song from Avenue Q, “What can you do with a BA in English?” Well what can you do, with an MA in Social Science? Although I’m told a social science degree is infinitely more valuable than an English degree, which seems silly. My undergrad degree is in Government, not Political Science, and there IS actually a difference, but in most of the fields in my program, unless you’re doing heavy quantitative stuff, everything seems more like a humanity than social science, with the exception of maybe Psychology. 

Oh, and when did I forget how to write? it used to be I could write a paper by pulling quotes and stream of consciousness explain them, etc, and then go back and edit and make the writing fairly solid. I don’t think its a matter of Skidmore grade inflation — when i read stuff I wrote three years ago it still sounds better than what I’m producing now. I had both Brent and the younger-wiser-sibling look over parts of my thesis because I was just staring at, knowing it wasn’t good writing, but not knowing exactly what was wrong or exactly how to fix it. Brent’s diplomatic comment on the thesis as a whole was “Well. It certainly has potential.” I don’t know, I guess a year and a half out of school is enough to destroy your writing skills? Blah. I cleaned up the draft of the thesis the best I could and I’m trying really hard not to think about it until I get the comment back. Although I should probably be working on the “Schmitt was a total Hobbesian” section that I plan on adding. That and, making the younger-wiser-sibiling read the WHOLE thing and paying him in the form of cheap scotch. I am the best sister ever. 

I was thinking today about The Tempest. I don’t know why. I hated it when we had to read it freshman year of high school, because I hated my freshman English and the way he taught it. Loved it when we read it for Shakespeare’s Political Wisdom and now for some reason I’m in the mood to read it. Or if nothing else, find my notes and see what I thought of it three years ago. 

And on that completely unrelated note, I’m going to head over to campus