School starts up in nine days. I’m a little nervous, but pretty excited. I have a lot on my plate, as you might have gathered from a previous post. I still, a year after starting my program, don’t have a solid enough idea of what my thesis will be, which worries me with so much on my plate this coming term. I honestly just need to take time, sit down, and freewrite and write and write forever until I come somewhere. That’s what’s worked best in the past for narrowing my focus on things before. Right now, I am thinking something along the lines of dealing with anger in composition, but who knows. I’d really just like to spend today in a coffee shop reading and writing (where I work much better), but I’m so flat broke that that doesn’t seem like a good option. I’ve already started searching for dimes to spend on coffee. I’d rather not have to resort to nickles. Can’t wait until student loans come in.
In other news, my friend Luke and I have a late night radio show on the college radio station during the summer (which ends next week). This week, during a conversation about our audience (which we usually assume is non-existent or negligiable during the summer), I dropped in a, “Well, Walter Ong, in an article of his, argues that the audience is always imagined,” to which Luke made some sassy reply about being nerdy. Perhaps graduate students shouldn’t have radio shows — well, at least we don’t take ourselves seriously.
