write paper (12-15 p.) for F's sociology class (already did the presentation!) (read all 19 entries…)
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An interrogation, almost, on September 1; he said he’d read fifty papers, but I took the paper home with me to improve some passages and write the last pages. And days and days passed. Eventually handed this on Friday after a night shift – and it took him only until Monday to read this. I’ll go to see him and “talk about the paper” (oh, what fun) this Monday. Scary stuff, again.
I hope he doesn’t offer so much criticism as to crush me; I hope I don’t have to rewrite the thing.
