I just finished with the Folklore final. If you would have told me a few days ago that the last writing I'd be doing as an undergraduate would be about Garth Brooks, I would've called you a liar. If you would've told me I would be sticking up for Garth Brooks, I would've called you a damn liar.
I thought this was weird: a couple weeks ago, we had a folklore paper due. We could write about anything; I wrote about novelty songs. We got the papers back today. I got an A+ and the professor said mine was the "best paper of the year". He even offered to write me a recommendation for graduate school. Again - novelty songs.
Ah, life, I don't understand you sometimes.