Word: papering
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Harvard students' true Hobbesian nature has unabashedly emerged. It's an anarchic war of all against all. The war is played out at the Xerox machines of Lamont (The Spring 1997, Vol II, never seen it, wink, wink!), the sparse printing facilities in house computer labs (I brought that paper from my own room, damm it,) and in study group strife (if he doesn't send out his reading summaries over e-mail by midnight, tonight, I am going to send out my assailants...
...impending and then unfinished tutorial paper began to weigh upon me, like my personal rain cloud amidst the gorgeous sunny weather we were enjoying. I started fretting about my mother's visit, mentally evaluating its duration against my calculations for the time required for the paper. And so it was with some trepidation that I greeted my mom when she rolled into the Quad driveway in "the Bathtub," as my friends have affectionately dubbed our large white station wagon...
While I would have done many of the things that I had planned for us to do during her stay even had she not been visiting, I was acutely aware that each additional activity involved in showing my mom my life at college was time away from the paper. She arrived Wednesday afternoon, in time to see my blockmates and I off to the Currier House formal that night. She snapped photos from the rotation of cameras as we beamed, couple by couple, in a scene all too reminiscent of senior prom. It was comfortable to have my mom there...
...that afternoon, I was again tallying the remaining hours until the paper was due. I kept reminding myself to focus on my mother and enjoy the limited time of her visit, yet a sort of academic claustrophobia began to set in, transforming her stay into a launchpad countdown to the marathon paper-writing session that I knew would follow her departure...
With this rhetoric in mind, I decided to expel my tutorial paper completely from my thoughts until after my mom's visit. Friday was full with visiting classes, professors, soccer practice and a ritual trip to Herrell's. It was not that my mom expected to be entertained so much as I wanted to take this opportunity to immerse her in my life at college--its relationships, locales and schedule. There will be many more days spent crafting critical these for future papers but probably few other opportunities to familiarize my mom so personally with the daily content...