I had to rewrite an article four times. I am still rewriting it close to midnight, and I really need to get to bed because I have a late night of driving after lacrosse tomorrow.
Apparently I don't know how to write a travel article. I thought it was an objective essay about a place. Apparently I am supposed to inject myseklf in and tell something I discovered about my trip.
After rewriting the article unsuccessfully three times, I finally decided to scrap the whole frigging thing.
Instead, I found the blog entry I wrote last year about visiting the Museum of Fine Arts with the students, and how I accidentally got a piece of artwork stuck on my head and set off two alarms. I rewrote that, instead.
Let's see -- that should cover travel (went to the MFA) and it should cover discovery (I'm an idiot who cannot be trusted around priceless masterpieces).
It's late. I'm tired. I cannot be trusted to make any other judgment calls tonight. I sent the frigging thing off to my professor, anyway. What the hell. It's my last course.
But .... she IS my thesis advisor. Oh well. I guess this is one degree I won't be finishing any time soon.
PS -- Not going on the field trip to the MFA this year. Hmmmm, I wonder why? Security! SECURITY!!!!