Oct 22 2012

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I’m really slacking as the senior blogger…

Every time I want to sit down to update y’all on my life, something stops me. Thesis, a quiz, thesis, an article to write, thesis…you get the idea.

Surprisingly, from a mass of tangentially related, far-flung sources, my thesis has begun to congeal into a kind of cool, readable piece of academic work.

My job as a research assistant for the History Department has seen a jump in excitement from copy maker to hard core researcher. I’m currently working on two research projects with two different professors: one tracks the chronological development of the History Department at RWU while the other examines the revolutionary art of Latin America and its influence on revolutionary art in the Arab Spring. Next semester, I’ll also be working with the Hershoff Maritime Museum in Bristol doing some archival stuff. It’s almost like I’m a historian. Hmm..

It’s difficult to believe that September is gone and October is quickly slipping away. Anyone that knows me knows that fall is absolutely my favorite season. The weather, the leaves, and pumpkin flavored everything make autumn the best. ¬†And the air is charged with potential, with the opportunity for change around every corner. With mid-terms behind me, it’s becoming increasingly difficult not to think about the future.

Grad school apps are coming along. GREs are officially scheduled for November 6th. Remember how in high school, teachers were like, “Math is important. You’re going to need it,” and then you kind of scoffed and rolled your eyes. Well, if you plan on taking the GREs, you should listen to them. As someone who despises math with 60% of my being, I am not looking forward to that ordeal.

This week I did something scary. I planned my Spring 2013 schedule in the usual fashion (color-coded Excel spreadsheet) and I realized that I was planning my last semester at Roger Williams. Ever. Like…never again would I plan on taking a class here.

Cue quarter-life crisis.

Excuse me while I dry heave and cry in a corner,

Tom


Sep 11 2012

249 days until Commencement

At Convocation, as eager freshmen filled a hot tent on the baseball field, ready to begin their RWU adventure, I realized that mine was coming to a close. The next tent I’d be under would be at Commencement. My graduation day. As cliche as it sounds, I feel like it was just yesterday that I was moving into Cedar, meeting new friends, and loving every minute of it.

Reality has set it. I’m a senior. There are theses to write, a cap and gown to purchase, GREs to take, and real life to figure out. Grad school or work? New York or LA (or London or Chicago or DC…)? Decisions, decisions.

Real life multiple choice questions?

Real life multiple choice questions?

But that’s the future. Let’s talk about the now. Since I’m a masochist, I’m taking six courses, chairing a Student Senate committee, editing the Internationalist at Hawk, working as a research assistant in the History Department, and commuting to campus. There may be some nap taking on the couch in the Student Senate office.

Last First Day of School

Last First Day of School

Classes. Foreign Policy of Russia and China; Research Methods in Political Science; History Senior Seminar; Colonial America; Ethnic Conflict; Rich State, Poor State.

Books on books on books

Books on books on books

Student Senate. I’m the Academic Affairs committee chair. Our big thing for September is a co-sponsored series of events for Graduate School Month with the Career Center. Looming is Professor of the Semester selection and Senate scholarship awarding.

I'm kind of a big deal.

I'm kind of a big deal.

Research Assistant. You need some copies? I can make those copies.

Internationalist. RWU’s source for all things international. Currently we publish on a rolling basis online. Check it out.

Commuting. Gas is pricey. :/

Less than nine months until Commencement. It’s like I’m pregnant…with emotion.

Here’s to hoping for no complications,

Tom