I just finished what might actually be the worst paper of my undergraduate career, in which I argue that Marx was not actually a historicist. As a result of this paper, I only slept for three hours last night. However, this also happens to be the last paper of my undergraduate career, which means that I am done with college. I find myself in the same situation I was in at the end of high school, which seemed to end, so to speak, not with a bang but with a whimper. (And yes, I actually looked through my high school blog archives to make sure I wrote that, and I did.)
Up next is a week and a half of college-sponsored revelry, then graduation, then my parents' couch for a week, then I guess I am moving to Washington. (How did that happen, you ask? I thought you hated Washington, Miss Eww Rats and Roaches and Pompous Politicians Self-Important? Yes, I did. But it seems that no matter how well-laid the plans I make for myself are, I end up following other people's plans for me instead.) Up next in blogging is probably going to be a lot of schmaltz and nostalgia and wistfulness as I sentimentalize everything about college. The weak of heart are advised to seek bitterness and snark elsewhere.