there was this one paper senior year. in early december. i vividly remember staying up all night long- fueled by chocolate cake- glaring at the computer trying to write these damned 15 pages on the literary significance of satin and chiffon. i vividly remember how important it seemed to make a point that there was, indeed, some significance. and how important it was that point be a full 15 pages. which was a near impossibility because, as it turned out, at that time there was not a world of sources on the literary significance of satin and chiffon. i remember all of that.
what i don't necessarily remember is the actual writing. what i do not remember at all is this:
WHO was this crazy person? surely not me. surely some evil (thoroughly uncooperative) melodramatic entity forged this document to impugn my name.