AHHHHHHH IT LIVES!
Cranking this old thing up again because I have the sinking feeling that I may need an occasional whinge-sanctuary in what is shaping up to be a semester that will test my sanity and stamina.
So many things have happened, are happening, and there are so many things that I regret. Nevertheless, there's nothing else to do but buck up and do the best I can. This year, I can't afford to make any mistakes and if I have to push myself even harder than I've ever before, then I will.
I've come to some unpleasant realizations about myself. I hate conflict. Funny thing, because flamewars amuse the heck out of me. But when it comes to personal problems, I hide. I always take the easy way out.
I don't deal with stress very well, or drama, so I'll leave it at that. Most of my RL friends already know about my erm, 'situation'.
So, staring at Google blankly. I know FUCK ALL about literary theory, so how the hell am I supposed to do my CW 199 critical introduction? Why were all the previous 121 and 122 professors so stubborn about not accepting prerogs thus leaving me to actually take all of said classes NEXT semester when I pretty much WON'T NEED THEM ANYMORE? How are we supposed to get that fifty-book list done on top of all the other classwork we have to do? I mean... it's not just *reading* them all that's the problem, but even GETTING COPIES. Sure, we may have copies in the Main Lib, but God knows how torturous it is to get books out of the Filipiniana section. And anyone who actually checks out the required books on the list will be brutally murdered by our classmates. The *COST* of getting them all photocopied/buying them. Insane, I say. Insane. But I'm planning on offering a possibly workable arrangement with my classmates. I'm pretty sure they're all going to agree, I mean, it IS to the benefit of everyone in the class. Now if only we had like... a central place to keep them, and an actual SYSTEM in place so we know who has what.
It's not a good sign that I'm already sleep-deprived and the semester's barely begun.
WEEKEND GOAL: Finish "The Firewalkers", "The Woman Who Had Two Navels", and "The Hand of the Enemy". Actually COME to a decision between doing my thesis (and pre-thesis) on Creative Non-Fiction or Fiction (may have to have a talk with a professor about this). Then come up with an idea/paper topic/approach/whattheheckever (may be able to wait until Wednesday/Thursday). Finish letters to CW coordinator. Finish CW 111 story beginning. Have SOME knowledge on new criticism or deconstruction. Look up the call nos. of all the items under the fiction list.
If there's anyone who can link me or write me something like an "Idiot's Guide to Literary Theory" (suitable for a CW major trying to cram as much of it in her head so as to be able to have SOME working knowledge on it for her critical essay) it'd be most appreciated. My undying (if hysterical) gratitude will be yours.
What to do about this feeling that nothing's ever going to be the same ever again. That I'm losing *something*. What is it?
So many things have happened, are happening, and there are so many things that I regret. Nevertheless, there's nothing else to do but buck up and do the best I can. This year, I can't afford to make any mistakes and if I have to push myself even harder than I've ever before, then I will.
I've come to some unpleasant realizations about myself. I hate conflict. Funny thing, because flamewars amuse the heck out of me. But when it comes to personal problems, I hide. I always take the easy way out.
I don't deal with stress very well, or drama, so I'll leave it at that. Most of my RL friends already know about my erm, 'situation'.
So, staring at Google blankly. I know FUCK ALL about literary theory, so how the hell am I supposed to do my CW 199 critical introduction? Why were all the previous 121 and 122 professors so stubborn about not accepting prerogs thus leaving me to actually take all of said classes NEXT semester when I pretty much WON'T NEED THEM ANYMORE? How are we supposed to get that fifty-book list done on top of all the other classwork we have to do? I mean... it's not just *reading* them all that's the problem, but even GETTING COPIES. Sure, we may have copies in the Main Lib, but God knows how torturous it is to get books out of the Filipiniana section. And anyone who actually checks out the required books on the list will be brutally murdered by our classmates. The *COST* of getting them all photocopied/buying them. Insane, I say. Insane. But I'm planning on offering a possibly workable arrangement with my classmates. I'm pretty sure they're all going to agree, I mean, it IS to the benefit of everyone in the class. Now if only we had like... a central place to keep them, and an actual SYSTEM in place so we know who has what.
It's not a good sign that I'm already sleep-deprived and the semester's barely begun.
WEEKEND GOAL: Finish "The Firewalkers", "The Woman Who Had Two Navels", and "The Hand of the Enemy". Actually COME to a decision between doing my thesis (and pre-thesis) on Creative Non-Fiction or Fiction (may have to have a talk with a professor about this). Then come up with an idea/paper topic/approach/whattheheckever (may be able to wait until Wednesday/Thursday). Finish letters to CW coordinator. Finish CW 111 story beginning. Have SOME knowledge on new criticism or deconstruction. Look up the call nos. of all the items under the fiction list.
If there's anyone who can link me or write me something like an "Idiot's Guide to Literary Theory" (suitable for a CW major trying to cram as much of it in her head so as to be able to have SOME working knowledge on it for her critical essay) it'd be most appreciated. My undying (if hysterical) gratitude will be yours.
What to do about this feeling that nothing's ever going to be the same ever again. That I'm losing *something*. What is it?