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Last Paper

It's 4 AM and I just submitted my last paper.  I struggled pretty badly with this one - it was an obscure topic and I didn't have much scholarship to stand on, so I felt like I was riffing much of the time.  And riffing is a little scary when A) you're talking about 14th century mystical theologians, and B) you're writing for two professors who have both written a combined total of NINE BOOKS about the topic.  Alas.

This always happens, but I am already excited to work on that paper again at a future time.  I feel so glad that even though this degree is ending, I have my entire life to continue to learn about these things, even if I am simply contemplating them in an armchair.

I just have my Dante final to go tomorrow at 2:00, and then I am home free.  I'm having a little picnic with friends in Sleeping Giant Park right after the final, and then I suppose it's time to start sorting through my books and clothes, returning my shelves of material to the library, double-checking my order with Cap and Gown, and officially tying up the loose ends of my Yale Chapter.

Okay, I won't get sentimental yet.  I still have a three hour exam to sit in less than 10 hours.  It seems right to spend my last moments with Dante, doesn't it?


  1. One more to go! Holy cow. It's been so much fun to live vicariously though your Yale Chapter! So much luck and well-wishes to you with your last final (is really is lovely to think that it's just you and Dante as you wrap things up!)! You are just amazing, Catherine - I know you'll conquer it!


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