And unfortunately, I didn't listen to my advisor Christoph (what a cool name, I know) at the beginning of the semester when he warned me how reading-and-writing-intensive my semester would be as it stood, and that I should drop one of my classes in favor of something less...wordy. AND, unfortunately, the 800 or so pages that I have been reading did not give me warning enough as to what was coming.
I have four massive research papers due, each with a cumulative portfolio, within the next two weeks. This is merely for my venting purposes, so you may ignore the list:
Due Dec. 11th: 12 page paper on Infantile Amnesia for Neuropsychology. Portfolio included.
Due Dec. 12th: 12 page paper on the problems of reading Sylvia Plath autobiographically for Alienation (Christoph's class)
Due Dec. 16th: 15 page paper on the limitations of conventional diagnosis in psychoanalysis, using Plath's poetry and exploring various avenues of interpretation for Critical Psychology. Portfolio included.
Die Dec. 18th: 5 page paper on the social implications of Bigger in Richard Wright's Native Son. Portfolio included.
So, I have been reading a lot. Researching a lot. At the end of the semester I think I'll be returning maybe 20 books at once. But with all this reading, I feel as if I've accomplished little to nothing so far, as I haven't put anything useful down on paper.
What does this have to do with knitting? Everything. I've become obsessed with possible projects; looking at the colorful scrap yarn hats I could be constructing, the socks I'm almost done with, the rest of my Christmas knitting, countless sweater patterns for Janterm...even thinking about knitting relaxes me. Hopefully I can channel this amount of focus on knitting elsewhere...namely to the four topics listed above.
Happy end of semester!
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