Just one more week...

This weekend is going to be full of paper writing (and CHC presentations on Sunday, but I'm not counting that - skipping out as early as I can, because my paper is a lot more important). I'm writing a paper for my Sexuality and American Culture class. I think I have a thesis. I at least have a topic: Spatial relations of power - how homes are used in Eugenides' Middlesex and Hawthorne's The Scarlet Letter as centers of power (bio-power?) and how the power relations within shape people. This might also include the sense of liberation found with leaving the home in these two novels. And I have to talk about Michel Foucault, probably heterotopias, normalization, embracing the heteronormitive, and bio-power.

Considering how unsure I am, I definitely need my full day at the Baruch library to sort it all out. I feel like it'll be good once I start...

All in all, though, this upcoming week is a lot less hectic than my finals normally are. I have my Freud final on Monday, this paper due Tuesday, and a German final Thursday. I have a creative project due next week, but that's already finished, so I'm not even concerned.

I see cookie baking and knitting in my near future. HOORAY!

Good luck everyone,

-Katharine

Last CHC class ever in 10, 9, 8...

I'm excited to announce that in a few short minutes, I will enter my very last CHC class ever. It's not that CHC's are inherently bad, in fact I have generally liked mine. It's just the significance - now I too, like generation (well ok, a few classes) of Macaualy students before me, will have officially spent two full years learning about a city that I grew up in any way. Hoorah!

This being our very last one, the classmate I'm working with and myself decided to really try to make something of our final project, and I think we did a pretty good job - it was definitely the most enjoyable class project I've done in a while. This last CHC is supposed to be about the future of New York City, which in our class meant urban planning and sustainability, so my partner and I decided to examine composting in Central Park. The really nice thing about this project was that we got to go off the beaten path; our work has included lots of photography, editing and creating digital images, designing a composting unit, making neat powerpoint cartoons with Pacman look-alikes, and making lots of maps, such as this one:

'm excited to announce that in a few short minutes, I will enter my very last CHC class ever. It's not that CHC's are inherently bad, in fact I have generally liked mine. It's just the significance - now I too, like generation (well ok, a few classes) of Macaualy students before me, will have officially spent two full years learning about a city that I grew up in any way. Hoorah!

This being our very last one, the classmate I'm working with and myself decided to really try to make something of our final project, and I think we did a pretty good job - it was definitely the most enjoyable class project I've done in a while. This last CHC is supposed to be about the future of New York City, which in our class meant urban planning and sustainability, so my partner and I decided to examine composting in Central Park. The really nice thing about this project was that we got to go off the beaten path; our work has included lots of photography, editing and creating digital images, designing a composting unit, making neat powerpoint cartoons with Pacman look-alikes (standing in for aerobic microorganisms decomposing material), and making lots of maps, such as this one:

And now, very soon, we'll be presenting our research to our class, then on Sunday there's a big cross campus event at the Macaulay building for all of us sophomores to show our work. Just wait till they see my Pacman cartoon - er I mean diagram...

First Final = Massacre

So, my first final pounced on me today. Dreary, weary, and quite miserable from the near all-nighter I pulled just a couple hours ago, I was in no mood to tackle the task. The time, however, arrived.
I sat at my desk and stared... I scanned the page for a minute or so, with a small grin manifesting on my face, and it continually grew after I read each question. This test has met its match.
I pulled and readied out my BiC Ultra-Round-Stick-Grip pen, then made my marks! Line after line, I spewed out what my head churned....
Twenty minutes later, I look around, rise from my desk and hand in a paper nicely decorated with cursive letters and even one or two doodles on the side. :) Success!