My OperaIn Pursuit of Paper
Saturday, February 24, 2007 2:56:14 PM
I was a student aide in the library at college.
My sociology professor, Lou Rupnick, wanted a paper, reviewing a movie in sociological terms, one page. It was supposed to be a recent film. I asked for, and received, permission to write mine on David Merrick's The Elephant Man.
Unfortunately, my paper far exceeded the requirement.
In the library, in the stacks, there was a typewriter. Not just any typewriter, mind you. This one had the added bonus of being a microtype typewriter. Anyway, rather than edit the paper, I received permission to use said microtype machine. This, of course, enabled me to fit the text in its entirety upon one single, typewritten page.
I am not certain whether the professor wanted to laugh, or to kill me. I did receive a reasonable grade on the paper, though with an exhortation to not use the machine again.
My sociology professor, Lou Rupnick, wanted a paper, reviewing a movie in sociological terms, one page. It was supposed to be a recent film. I asked for, and received, permission to write mine on David Merrick's The Elephant Man.
Unfortunately, my paper far exceeded the requirement.
In the library, in the stacks, there was a typewriter. Not just any typewriter, mind you. This one had the added bonus of being a microtype typewriter. Anyway, rather than edit the paper, I received permission to use said microtype machine. This, of course, enabled me to fit the text in its entirety upon one single, typewritten page.
I am not certain whether the professor wanted to laugh, or to kill me. I did receive a reasonable grade on the paper, though with an exhortation to not use the machine again.
