Chapter the Nineteenth
Though I don't particularly feel like updating (see my LiveJournal for more), I might as well put a bit of a rant/rave in here for the sake of keeping things moving.

My big project for AMS 201 is on representations of Smith College life in fiction in the 1890s. Contrived? Perhaps...but interesting enough to keep me writing (I'm at 7.5 pages so far). What I've found out is that Smithies don't particularly change in terms of general mindset. Both the women portrayed in the stories I'm reading* and the ones I know today are similar in the fact that we're all totally and utterly nuts. Bitching about parents at lunch is apparently not a new phenomena, nor is going completely psychotic. However, the mindset of the nation and society has changed drastically and therein lies the problem and the basis for my paper, because I have to argue SOMETHING.
I'd say American Studies majors have the most fun, and our professors are the best (they have a punk band, guys...can you top that?) solely because American Studies is such an emotionally masochistic thing to study.

The paper will be available when I'm done with it and have turned it in.

This campus needs to not have so many exotic flowering trees. I'm not the only person with horrendous hay fever. Maybe that's a solution to the budget woes.

Anyway, big thanks to all the people who gave me sympathy and helped me out in the past days regarding Mike's death, particularly my housemates. You guys remind me again and again of what I love about Smith and why I stick it out in the midst of the stress and the bitchiness on the Jolt. That was maudlin. Geez.

Needless to say, I'm still glad to be here, and glad to be coming back to spend summer in Northampton.
- posted by Paige @ 4/28/2004 01:02:12 AM