the papers, the papers
spent most of the weekend grading papers for the brown class.
yeah, grading papers is a chore. but it could be worse: at least i get to read essays with such tantalizing titles as:
"Is Gwen Strapped for Cash, or Just a Music Klepto?"
"Gimme Dat Jimmy Hat: A Look at Attitudes Towards Condom Use in Hip-hop Music"
"Will Hyphy Last?"
"The Last Taboo: Homosexuality and Hip-hop"
"Toronto's Unique Social Landscape and Hip-hop"
"Reggaeton Is Here To Stay"
"Hip-hop and the Global Consumerist Empire"
and my favorite,
"The Best Rappers Are From Brooklyn, Period"
in some cases, the titles were more inspired than the papers, though quite a bit can be blamed on microsoft word's thesaurus-function and the ivy-league proclivity for $5 words. (did i say proclivity? i meant, penchant.)