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Woo! Thats 4500 words of english thoroughly expunged from my life. Ah, what a wonderful discipline it is. Any essay where you are wholly expected to use words like entelechial, narratological, apotheosis, heteronormativity and synecdochal while talking about imagistic reorderings of a representational economy works well for me. Although as it goes, I don't think i can go anywhere near Dan's essays. Those things scare me. I think I heard a vowel screaming last night...
But life is nice, just plodding through the final few weeks of agony. There's something not that bad in amongst the shit of exams. I think its because everybody is so eager to not do work that there's a communal sort of energy when you see people. Everybody's laughing and trying to pretend the return to books doesn't exist. Nice in a delusional sort of way. But I'm so close to freedom now I swear i can smell it. But then I realise its my own nervous sweat.
Two exams and 2000 words of politics. I can do that. Just wish I didn't have to.
But life is nice, just plodding through the final few weeks of agony. There's something not that bad in amongst the shit of exams. I think its because everybody is so eager to not do work that there's a communal sort of energy when you see people. Everybody's laughing and trying to pretend the return to books doesn't exist. Nice in a delusional sort of way. But I'm so close to freedom now I swear i can smell it. But then I realise its my own nervous sweat.
Two exams and 2000 words of politics. I can do that. Just wish I didn't have to.