Joan thinks that she has a leg up in the game from the start, due to her major(s)
And now for a historical interlude....
Obviously you are not from Swarthmore if you even have to ask. Basically, it is the ultilmate from of intellectual one upsmanship. You sit around at Sharples (the dining hall, you ignoramous) or in the hall or on the lawn, preferably when you should be doing something productive (ha! that means any time) and bitch to the other people in an attempt to martyr yourself to the academic cause. You know that no one has it worse than you do. How could they, when you have two tests and three papers to do in the next week?Back to the issue at hand, Joan's lousy lot at Swarthmore. In addition to her three math and physics classes, there is this crazy thing called Semantics. Oh, the things you will do to get those PDCs. Every Sunday night this semester Joan has written a paper for the class, to be turned in by Monday at noon. No big deal, you may say, if it is a weekly thing it must be just a page or two.
Oh no, the computer is being stolen...