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Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Sometimes My Inner Thesaurus is Broken

Ever write a thousand word paper that you swear has only six different words in it? That's where I'm at now.

I feel like I could do a better job of this in French. And that's really sad.

Anyone feel like writing a paper on gender roles in Canada in the 1920s?
Posted by julie anna at 6:44 p.m.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

im writing one of those now! except its 2000 words with only 6 words...sigh

3/13/2006 7:03 p.m.

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