It's ironic that my first post is related to something academic as this is supposed to be a social, political, soccer, and religious commentary. Despite my noble aim, my rant pertains to my thesis. I have forced myself to sit in front a computer day in and day out for almost as many hours as I usually sleep. While sleep is usually limited to seven hours, my trists with the mysterious Dell monitor have retained my interest for much longer as of late.
This week, I arose early and stayed up late reading, annotating and critiquing my sources. My thesis was supposed to be different, dynamic. My thesis was supposed to a groundbreaking. My thesis was not supposed to weigh on me as noticeably as the proverbial 2-ton elephant in the room. Yet, despite these detours, I remain eternally optimistic about its completion. And this defies explanation which says a lot considering my unchallenged status as a junior procrastinator. Their are many worse than I but, just the same, I beaten down the challenges of many to lay claim to this honor.
The Newsboys released a song entitled "Spirit Thing" many years ago. I never actually listened to the song but imagine the lyrics may mirror my odd relationship with the composition that is my opus. For over a year, I have read and read and theorized about sex trafficking. Only now, I retain a disinterested attitude towards my thesis which is meant to educate people while fulfilling its primary academic purpose: allowing me to graduate.
I'm just tired of reading and writing without doing! The more I read is the more I realize that I have nearly become an expert about this topic. That is not said with any hint of pride (okay, maybe a little) but it's true. At any rate, thank goodness, I have a blog to voice these mercurial emotions without coming across as a mad man. That's all for now...
Cheers, until our next tryst,
M
