i’d like to show the class · 8:38am March 4th
So uh yeah we’re rescheduling that update for next week when we can actually have that talk because, ah, we didn’t. Emergency vet stuff.
But I am sitting here reading political manifestos at 3 AM because it just occurred to me that you are allowed to use multiple sources in an essay. I really, really wish I was joking. I haven’t written a proper paper in years. I only know how to speak in ‘word vomit’ format or ‘content creator’ format. And I guess I also am fluent in emails. But still. Years.
I define proper paper as something that requires research from multiple non-fiction sources.
You wanna know the worst part? This paper was due last year. I procrastinated because I thought I was limited to the original text. Having to just put “just trust me bro” as the only source hurts my soul.
As it turns out, not only can we use multiple sources. But the damn author herself apparently already answered my question in her own research notes. I had the Word of God to fall back on, and I still managed to put myself in this situation.
I really don’t even need to bother, I’ll pass the class regardless. At least for this quarter. But it would probably be good to start doing things again. I kinda forgot about the whole school thing for the entire second half of high school. And yeah, there was an academic requirement to be in theatre. There still is one. But I think both directors just realized it’d be too hard to replace me so they just conveniently forgot to check.
Being hard to replace is a great thing until you need to leave. Now I get to stay up at night wondering if my replacement figured out how to rinse brushes between now and January.
You’re not special because you know how to sand, Phineas. I did the exact same thing when I was a sophomore. And look how far that endeavor took me.
… it took me to a design and production degree you know what, never mind. Rinse your brushes people. Angle it 30 degrees and face it away from you. Lukewarm water. Grab the bristles with the pocket between your thumb and pointer finger. And for the love of God don’t wring it like a sponge. Unless you like driving 20 minutes to Walmart in this economy.
