The Gall
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
My thesis defense is on Thursday afternoon. 2:30, which means my lunch has been given a couple of hours to break down into a smoother blend of chuck-up for me to up-chuck on my beloved panelists. As of now, I only have one panelist, Mrs. Kenny, my vamp of a Writing for Film professor and the person who knows my topic all too well. She will eat me alive, and do so in a very classy, Greta Garbo way, which I suppose should be amusing enough to lessen the pain. Or not. Escaler and Ty have yet to confirm their panelist-dom, so save for the impending “I critique screenplays for big budget Hollywood films and you have the gall—the gall―to hand in this drivel and expect to me to respect you? Oh, honey. Ha. Ha. Ha.” speech from Kenny, I have no clue what’s going to happen to me.
Thus—
Because when you’re thisclose to the Comm senior’s World of Pain, all you can do is offer one final display of shamelessness.
posted by marguerite @ 3:44 PM
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