Britt Murray

The Missing Panel

It’s 2:13 AM and I’ve been glaring at my cracked computer screen for the past ten minutes. After hours of stabbing out paragraphs on my keyboard, I am desperately trying to proofread the second chapter of my senior thesis about one of the most coveted works of art in history: The Adoration of the Mystic Lamb, or the Ghent Altarpiece. It’s the Thursday before winter break, and I need to submit this draft to my thesis advisor first thing tomorrow.