Having completed my senior English thesis last Friday (to those of you still writing…you have my greatest sympathies), I wanted to take some time and reflect back on the (largely daunting, often enjoyable, yet inherently hellacious) process.
While I can’t stop smiling and thinking, “Well, that bitch is done” five days after the fact, I’m also experiencing a mixture of sadness, anal retentiveness about its remaining imperfections, and general apathy towards all the undone work in my life. When I actually examine things though, I’ve concluded that I’m in the penultimate stage of THESIS, one of ten.
Stage ONE: General optimism and lack of know-how, bright-eyed eagerness for the long-haul to come (“eight months is so long!”), false sense of pressure (“I have to write two pages this week!”), feeling good about life and your worthwhile pursuit into academia.
They keep telling us we’re graduating. At Tufts, the senior class celebrated “76 Days till Graduation” on Sunday (the actual event was supposed to be “100 Days till Graduation,” which makes much more sense, but unfortunately was scheduled the weekend of the nor’easter and, thus, had to be re-scheduled as the less graceful sounding ceremony). The event included “heavy hors d’oeuvres” (which, for whatever reason, translated to Italian, Pan-Asian, Picnic-style, and Southern finger-food), miniature stuffed Jumbos with the already-set date for our one year reunion (people have those?), and very official looking pad-folios (pads + porfolios = pad folios) as the visible symbols of our impending maturity. For some of us, today started to hammer in the idea that, 76 days from now (including weekends) we will be thrown off our hallowed Hill and into the real world. For others, it was merely free food. In the spirit of 76 days left, here is a list of some of the uniquely NESCAC-ey things we can do now that we may or may not be able to do upon entrance into the post-grad lifestyle:
1. Get real loopy in the library. At some point, I’ve heard, you are expected to actually do more than 1 hour of work/4 hours spent sitting with your laptop open. That, however, could be a myth. Further, I have it on good authority that G-Chatting someone sitting next to you is still acceptable in the workplace, so no need to worry about that.
2. Paint/Decorate statues/emblems. E.g. the Tufts cannon. I don’t think spray painting the exterior walls of your apartment or your subway station is quite the same.
3. Be on first name terms with the President of your organization. While we affectionately (and not so affectionately) refer to our college presidents by various nicknames, I do believe we will have to call our superiors Mr. & Ms. So-and-so once we do, theoretically, become employed.
4. Live 4.5 feet from all of your friends. Unless you get a job in NYC.
5. Drink, unashamedly, from plastic containers. And I’m not talking about Nalgenes or soda bottles. Rubinoff is cost effective now, a year from now its still cost effective, but much more privately so.
6. Dress in theme. Now, people say this, but I have seen “adults” all in theme on bar crawls. So I refuse to give up any of my denim clothing (for Canadian tuxedo theme) or eighties workout gear (for Call On Me theme).
7. Have access to late-night common spaces (campus/student centers) that do not require you to buy something in order to exist in them.
8. Free gym membership.
9. A plethora of outdoor space that you have a unique claim to (sounds ridiculous to say in February, when no one in their right mind wants to claim any of that outdoor space, but spring will come!) Front lawns are not the same as quads, unfortunately. And you can fit far fewer people when you want to sled/tan/climb trees/play Frisbee/participate in Holi/play corn hole/throw water balloons.
10. Dining halls. Where else can you see and be seen, and have access to unlimited pizza, soft-serve frozen yogurt, and coffee? You might get two of those four things at one venue, but never all four.
76 days, seniors. Soak it up like so much soggy green space and get excited for the warm home stretch.
This week, Ivy Style blogged a story about Kiel James Patrick fans being up in arms over a Lands’ End facsimile of KJP’s signature nautical belts. Upset fans of KJP included Patrick himself, who wrote to Ivy Style:
“It broke my heart to have customers, friends and family send me link after link this past week to Lands’ End’s e-commerce site. There was my creation being sold at a fraction of the cost simply by sacrificing quality, originality and integrity of local production. I couldn’t have felt more discouraged on my mission to continue designing original products and sustaining my American production. I design for myself and am not hired by corporate companies so that they may ship my ideas off to China carelessly in order to make a quick buck, all the meanwhile destroying the diminishing American spirit of industry, originality and entrepreneurship. The belt I created helps employ over 20 Americans. Lands’ End’s knock-off arrives to America in a box labeled ‘Made in China.’”
The article includes the following picture…