The idea of getting a Ph.D. in German makes me sick. Think of all that writing as a Ph.D. student. Think of all that writing in German. Think of all that reading in German. I can’t do that! Think of all that work! I’ll never be out of school! I’ll never see the end.

Also, how was Kafka so disciplined to stay up all night and write? Why can’t I do that?

I don’t want to write any more academic papers ever. EVER. Don’t make me! DON’T! I have NOTHING to say and not thing to contribute to so don’t!

Sincerely,

Anne,
two weeks before the end of the semester.