Monday, March 27, 2006


I am pleased to report that for the first time during my stint in grad school, I am really, intensely excited about a paper I have to write for a class. This isn't to say that I haven't enjoyed researching and writing other essays (I usually* have) but up until now they have all been written for classes in which, for reasons of literary periods and topics studied, it would have been well-nigh impossible to justify writing this sort of paper. Now, I'm in a course that has a final essay topic that is about as open-ended as open-ended can get for my field (AND the prof has commanded us to go forth and write about something textual — written text(s), film(s), whatever — that really interests us): therefore it's the best opportunity I've ever had to research, for credit, an idea that I've wanted to explore for a very long time. This paper topic has been brewing in my head since my last year of undergrad school. Researching this will take a whole lot of time, but it will be worth it. Getting the chance to explore this kind of idea is why I entered a grad school program in Spanish literature in the first place.

*Although, let's face it, occasionally a paper is no fun at all. One essay I wrote in my first semester of grad school will live in infamy for leaving me wanting to gouge my eyes out rather than read anything more about the book on which it was based. Of course, the worst part about that situation was that the paper choice was my fault... I didn't realize what I'd gotten myself into until it was too late to switch topics, so I had to suck it up and finish the blasted thing. If memory serves, I got an A on that paper, however, so the grade slightly ameliorated the situation (after the semester was over).