Day 282

My friend Vicky asked for help defining a thesis statement for a paper she's working on. We went into a conference room at lunch, and this is what happened:



That's her hand, trying to write down all these points I came up with for the paper. The final (possible) thesis is on the left board, tucked into the remnants of the last time she asked for help. The right board gained a few more bullet points after this picture was taken.

Vicky says this proves that I should be a teacher. I say all it proves is that I REALLY need a whiteboard for grad school.