I always dread writing my research papers. And yet when I finally get to the point where I have to write them or fail my classes, I realize how awesome they are. Not my papers in particular but the topics I'm researching. I realize that the reason I chose my topics was because they were interesting to me. It's always sad when I'm finally cramming to finish my papers before they're due and I'm just thinking, "I want to read more! I want to find more! I want to write about more!" Because I can't. Well, at least not for the paper. I can always do more on my own later. Except I don't. Because as soon as the paper is done I think reading research is boring again.
Right now I'm working on a paper studying the role of religiosity on older adults' mental health. It's cool stuff!
But my paper is due Monday and I have other papers due Monday that I have yet to finish/start. So I'm barreling through this one. And that makes me sad.
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