Nobody else has coined a term for this, so I derived one from Icelandic. (Hey, it sounds smart…hell of a lot better than interruptaphobia.)

One of my current struggles is, quite literally, working on being able to work without fear of being interrupted while doing so.

So there you go, Oxford:  Truflaphobia, the fear of being interrupted. Put it in the dictionary and send me a check.

I sat in the empty classroom watching the clock as a welcome breeze wafted through the open window. Something big was about to happen. I had been giving this lots of thought, so how could I be wrong? I had made up my mind, or so I thought.

Before the economy tanked, things seemed fine. A degree was a degree, right? Maybe then. Now, the economy is going to hell in a hand-basket. A history degree is neither an engineering degree nor a pre-professional degree. A history degree is nothing more than …

And so is mine.

I knew for a fact that I had a CLEP test today at 9AM over American History I. This fact turned out to be more of a theory…and then just bullshit. The test was actually yesterday, so now I have to take it in April.

This goes to show you how caught up we can get in our own sense of certainty. To top it off, I knew the test was on the 23rd, but for some reason I couldn’t pull myself away from the false knowledge that “all …

Unless I move. But I can’t.

In a 50-mile radius of my apartment, 90% of all available jobs are in the healthcare field. Healthcare is hot – history and French are not.

I’m trying to overcome this dearth of liberal-arts-friendly jobs by searching every day on Indeed. It pulls search results from a ton of different job sites and lets you save them in a simple format. It takes only a few seconds to sign up, and it works great. I’ve applied to several jobs I would never have considered without it.

Think …

In this, my last semester of college, I cannot help but reflect on the past several years. Here I am, stuck as a history major with a minor in French. I started out as a music education major, proceeded to sociology, dabbled in education, chuckled at political science, and took up history because nothing else was left. As for French, quite simply, Spanish and German were full.

It didn’t have to be this way. Had I started college sooner, I probably would’ve majored in computer science or engineering. I could’ve dropped out …

My Modern England professor generously gave us a sheet that listed the three possible essay questions for the exam. “What luck!” I thought. Unfortunately, I didn’t read the directions at the top of the page.

I thought that we were to pick one of the essay questions, learn about it thoroughly, and then write about it on test day. Had I paid closer attention, I would’ve noticed that the directions said, “ONE OF THESE QUESTIONS WILL APPEAR ON THE TEST AS THE ESSAY QUESTION.”

Oh well.

I would feel guilty about being happy when my professors get sick and cancel class, but they feel neither guilty or happy when I get sick of class and cancel it.

I hate perceived professorial ambivalence.

For some professors, it is easy to tell how they feel about you from the get-go. They like you, they dislike you, or they just hate everybody. Things get complicated when you, try as you might, can’t read between the lines.

I would really love it if somebody invented a feasible form of RateMyStudents. If our professors rated us, just as we rate them, I’d probably not be pleased with the results, but at least I’d know where I kneel.

Here’s a question for you: If there is enough information about a topic that it is even possible to plagiarize it, why write about it?

Who wants to be a hack?

I have to write a 20 page (at the minimum) thesis in order to graduate. The paper must discuss Judaism, Christianity, and/or Islam. But I don’t want to do it because it is meaningless.

I need what I’m doing to be something meaningful, not just a rehash of somebody else’s words. I need Barack Obama to say, “Mr. Sizemore, we need you to …

The reason I haven’t been updating very much is because school isn’t hard right now. I only have class three days a week.

I want a big white van.