And now back to our regularly scheduled programming…
I bought a knock-off moleskine graph paper journal with the goal of condensing my phonology, advanced phonology and morphology notes into one handy place. Such an activity will serve as a refresher for grad school (APPLICATIONS DUE IN FOUR MONTHS).
But last night, as I was going through all of my old class stuff, I could not find the folder! This is the most important folder from school. It contains two notebooks, both tattered and in pieces from use and reference, and two embedded folder with stray papers, handouts, example problems, exams, exam review notes, and sheets of dead-ended brainstorming for my semester thesis on Optimality Theory. In short, it has everything. I was on the cusp of a genuine anxiety attack—what if I incidentally, naively wrote some random thought down which if reappreciated could be the innovative insight of my academic career! the ruin!!!—but the universe proved to be fair and I found it. That spasm of panic has given an important incentive to condense my notes beyond mere review: I need to back that shit up.
