The circulation doesn’t really carry to Olin’s attic very well. My carrel smells a bit like stale corn chips and feet.
At last count, there were 83 books sitting on my little desk, illuminated by the meager light beneath the shelf. It’s the kind of light that goes off if I sit and read without moving for too long. The over-priced amazon white board sits to my left, its reflective surface making the light go just a little bit further and flashing my latest chapter diagram back at me.
I’ve discovered that if I angle myself exactly corner-to-corner, it is possible to fully extend my legs and take a nap on the floor, which is something of a discovery in a room so small that you can’t really open the door without hitting the chair. On the plus side, at least the chair is comfortable. Duly sun-faded and possibly as old as the CSS itself, but comfortable nonetheless.
The completion of chapter one marks a significant accomplish and one that I fully intend to revel in until I get Prof. Elphick’s comments back. The research for chapter two is scheduled, the readings for chapter three started, and the logic for chapter four partially solved, meaning that despite long hours (pushing 8 hours in this chair today), I remain on track.
It’s a good thing I like what I do, otherwise this tiny, little office space might be just enough to drive me crazy.
As I sit here in my thesis carrel, my mind bursts with the potential of the ideas that surround me (literally, I put my notes on the walls). Narrowing in on those ideas, is a slightly different ordeal and is why I’m still here.
Despite firework-exploding epiphanies that have gotten me closer to the ever evolving question of what exactly I’m writing about, I sit here, not quite sure how to procede.
There’s something that is desperately exciting about this process. Something inside me that recognizes that I have never read anything like what I am intending to write, something that recognizes the potential of a well thought out and convincing argument on my topic of choice, and that’s breathtaking.
The last week has delivered a variety of experiences– nearly all of which are deserving of their own blog posts. Unfortunately, the nature of college life is that they don’t all get written down, which is indeed a shame. As reading some of my own old posts has taught me, it is easy to forget.
So as I find myself mesmerized in jaw-dropping academic wonder and discover in more and more meaningful ways how to lead and love in with a Kingdom vision, I just have to take a note of how incredibly cool this is.
Because it is here, deep in the catacombs of Olin library, up the hidden staircase on the 4th floor, carrel 435 that all of that slowly swirls into a single line of thought, a single story, and it is one that I intend to tell. Just give me time. #senioryear #thesis2013