It seems fashionable now for journalists to go back into people’s past and dig up their college thesis in hopes of finding something incriminating, like Hillary Clinton’s plan to try to pander to people she hates (I think the title was: Whatever I Need to Say or Do to Gain Power) and Mrs. Obama’s idea that there was a racial divide (oh, really?) that she wrote when she was 22 years old.
I don’t think I’ll ever run for office, but if I do, I’m going to save you the trouble of digging through my records.
The liberal arts school I graduated from required a Senior Project. It had to be a question asked and answered in fifty or so pages. My title was “Is Commercialism Ruining the PGA Tour?” It wasn’t exactly the kind of investigative journalism that would win the Pulitzer, but I was just trying to get a degree and get as far away from there as possible. My second idea was an expose on inaccuracies in the phone book, which, in retrospect, may have been more interesting.
I don’t remember what was said in the oral defense of the project except that I had to keep reminding the panel to drink their coffee and try to keep their eyes open.
A few years earlier, my high school biology class required that we do an experiment. You know, the whole stupid hypothesis, thesis, experiment, writing up the findings, try to stay awake until the end thing...
Well, I didn’t want to do it. So I made it up. I made up the whole thing. I even created a disaster in the middle of it, and was forced (to pretend) to start over. It was something involving fish and their eating habits in the dark versus the light. I can’t remember the findings.
I think I got a C.
