stephanieNY

I could potentially be writing my last paper ever right now. I haaaaaate writing history papers, and every semester here we take a history class. And every semester, at this time, I am tortured by the task of spewing out some lame analysis of Thomas More's Utopia or Bramante's Tempieto. Not that those things are lame, I'm just not very good at saying something about them that someone else hasn't already in some book down in the library, so the papers end up being a bit lame. But I'm kinda digging the one I'm writing now. It is for my History of Theory class and our assignment is to analyze a piece of architectural theory. It's more of a subjective opinion piece, so I can blab on about what I think and how I feel. I read, and am writing about, Moisei Ginzburg's Style and Epoch in the context of Russian Constructivism...really good.

Aaaaaanyway, so next semester I am registered for a history class where the final is in the form of a presentation and not a paper. Yay!!! So moral of my story: since I don't plan on writing papers for fun after I finish school, today marks the end of my paper-writing days. It's been a rough road, but it's ending on a relatively good note.