Monday, December 12, 2005The Very Last Step
Tomorrow morning I go in at 10:30 to sit my final oral exam -- or, to use the preferred, non-threatening term, my "oral evaluation." A nice hippie who runs an arthouse theater up in Montpelier is coming down to have a conversation with me and my two professors for a couple of hours. The result of all this is supposed to be no more than half a grade's influence either way -- this person could feasibly change my grade by a plue or minus, but no more than that. One of my professors assured me that the overwhelming majority of the time it was actually pretty fun, and in any case no big deal. So I am officially treating it as no big deal.
Okay, maybe I'm just a little nervous. I'm fighting the temptation to try to re-stuff my head with details about Maya Deren and Amos Vogel, but after a year, I either know it or I don't. I can be pretty quick with the bullshit in situations like this, anyway... how many times have I gotten up on stage at the Co-op in Memphis with only a vague idea of what I was going to talk about, and ended up filling two hours? (Correct answer: at least half a dozen.)
So I shall resist the urge, and instead spend the evening packing. 'Cause no matter what happens tomorrow, I'm on the road as of Wednesday morning, and I'd better be ready to go. I hope all this crap fits in my car. |