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Hardly Workin'
Feb. 25th, 2011 05:50 pmI might have mentioned that I'm in a history writing class. I might have mentioned that it's a history of wilderness preservation class. What I haven't mentioned recently is that I've 脱离苦海. I got my professor to allow me to write a paper on the effectiveness of the Chinese government's response to water shortages. (HINT: not very well!)
I spent a great deal of time today running about and making this paper a reality. First I had to meet with my professor, who's been very supportive. He's interested in the politics of water usage in the United States. He's intrigued by the seemingly universal strife between the core and the periphery. The man is possibly one hundred years old. He looks like a liberal Clint Eastwood. During one lecture, he paused to growl, "I don't like Obama. He's too conservative for me."
Once I had Dougherty's blessing, I met up with my friend Mary to brainstorm ideas for sources. Mary has a much greater interest in the environment than I. I might even go so far to say that she has a greater interest in China than I, if you'll believe it. I quickly took this picture on my way to the cafe that she'd holed up in:
I spent a great deal of time today running about and making this paper a reality. First I had to meet with my professor, who's been very supportive. He's interested in the politics of water usage in the United States. He's intrigued by the seemingly universal strife between the core and the periphery. The man is possibly one hundred years old. He looks like a liberal Clint Eastwood. During one lecture, he paused to growl, "I don't like Obama. He's too conservative for me."
Once I had Dougherty's blessing, I met up with my friend Mary to brainstorm ideas for sources. Mary has a much greater interest in the environment than I. I might even go so far to say that she has a greater interest in China than I, if you'll believe it. I quickly took this picture on my way to the cafe that she'd holed up in:
