A foxy blog about my scandalous adventures in grad school in Uppsala, Sweden. I think about history things a lot. I like to sleep, drink coffee, and I listen to terrible pop music, namely Turbo Folk and the music of the Eurovision song contest! I like to complain a lot. I commonly blog about Swedish/Uppsala things, Canadian/Edmonton things, Sherlock BBC things, Detroit Red Wings things, and whatever I feel like. My feels live here. My body is 50% whine, 50% wine. Deal with it.

 

Dreams about one’s thesis are even more haunting…
fyeahhistorymajorheraldicbeast:

This happened to me during my biggest term paper last semester. I had to write a historiography paper centered around comparing/contrasting Alexander the Great and Adolf Hitler. I took a nap after working on the paper all night, and started dreaming about Alexander’s devastation of Thebes, and next thing I knew I was exploring Ptolemaic Egypt and was being lectured by Plutarch. (I know that doesn’t line up chronologically…my dreams are weird.)
The worst part was that Alexander and the subsequent Hellenistic period are so not my area of focus, and my ‘Historian’s Craft’ class was focused on it all semester long. I was like “I can’t escape you at ALL, can I?!”

Dreams about one’s thesis are even more haunting…

fyeahhistorymajorheraldicbeast:

This happened to me during my biggest term paper last semester. I had to write a historiography paper centered around comparing/contrasting Alexander the Great and Adolf Hitler. I took a nap after working on the paper all night, and started dreaming about Alexander’s devastation of Thebes, and next thing I knew I was exploring Ptolemaic Egypt and was being lectured by Plutarch. (I know that doesn’t line up chronologically…my dreams are weird.)

The worst part was that Alexander and the subsequent Hellenistic period are so not my area of focus, and my ‘Historian’s Craft’ class was focused on it all semester long. I was like “I can’t escape you at ALL, can I?!”