Yesterday evening, I finally finished that miserable final paper. I wasn't terribly pleased with the result, but at least it was done. I was done -- with everything! First semester, completely wrapped up! I could actually go to bed and sleep. Or so I thought . . .
As I lay in bed last night, my mind kept returning to a few unique paragraphs in the paper, which were far different in both tone and quality from the rest of the paper. Suddenly, a great idea occurred to me. And now, because I'm a bloody perfectionist (at least when it comes to history classes), I'm going to be up all night long rewriting this blasted twelve-page epistle.
Originally, I had written my paper with passive-aggressive revenge in mind. Because my professor hates military history, I used military history as my theme. However, the paper lacked spirit, interest, energy . . . in short, it was acceptable, but flat. Reading it, I felt sort of like a cannibal who has just been handed a baked potato.
My new idea, however, positively scintillates with creativity and originality. Not to brag, but I am a little proud of where this is going. I am now writing a paper that applies Kübler-Ross’s Five Stages of Grief to European daily life and society after the First World War. It's ambitious, but it's working. And, I think I can pretty safely say that it will be dynamically different from anything that my professor is expecting. Plus, it's still got military history in it, so I still get my passive-aggressive revenge. :0)
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