I am done a final, and it was the most poorly-constructed final of my life. I will go on a bit of a tear after the grades are in and I am no longer secretly afraid that my prof will find me shooting my mouth off over here (he seems like the type). Let's just say that I think I pulled it out.
Upon completion of which, I received my final paper back and phew. My cleverly-arranged nonsense had all the appearance of scholarship. And you're all, Raych, you are being modest. But nay. If I were to give you this paper to read, the academically-minded among you would be all, But this is just a series of digressions on Jane Austen, loosely tacked to Northanger Abbey! And I would be all, *nods smugly*
I am trying to resist the siren song of literally everything that is not my theory final, but my theory final looms large. I have just over two days. Come here, Saussure, and I will read you.