Thank you, metafandom.

Seven double-spaced pages of pretentious BS about the creation of American racial and class consciousness against the framework of a designated "other," and the construction of white American identity via print media in two hours. With an introduction and conclusion.

I am the woman.

Now let's just hope that my history professor doesn't think I cheated and took extra time (no, really, sir, I can generate BS quickly. Online fandom has taught me how to meta and wank on a dime. And my prose is always laden with subordinate clauses and SAT vocab words).

And then I sent off my two discussion questions (generated without reading more than the introduction and conclusion of the book, but I don't think that's evident), a little late, but I can blame that on the midterm I emailed in thirty minutes before sending in the questions.

And then I proofread a friend's 31-page historiography paper (my sister is now giving random Air Force officers my email address as a paper consultant. We ought to charge money). Said Air Force friend can work with high explosives and fly an F-15, but he cannot use a semicolon correctly--it's always one word past where it should be, ex: "Friedman elaborates on Foucalt's theories however; he disagrees with him on the potential longevity of the Iranian Revolution." Clearly, the "blow shit up" part of the human brain is not connected to the "how to punctuate" part.

I am a whirlwind of academic industry. Hopefully, I can bang out a five-page literature review for archives class just as easily tomorrow night. If not, I'm screwed, since it's due Wednesday and I put if off to study for the history exam.

Last of the Mohicans ficlet

Three-year-old New Years Resolution fic, dusted off and finished in the wake of all that 18th century U.S. history reading.

Warnings: American history distorted out of recognition by a bad case of 19th century romanticism. Half-hearted attempt at imitating James Fennimore Cooper’s ungodly stilted dialogue. Way too much description. Not enough sex.

( Last of the Mohicans ficlet )

Post-reading White's The Middle Ground, I've realized that Uncas should be a lot more blase about the whole massacre thing, but Cooper had that whole noble savage thing going, and to stay in keeping with book characterization is to conveniently forget that the Mohawks did just as much torturing and killing as anybody else.