Procrastination

Mar 11, 2010 18:03

You know, all in all I'm feeling rather proud of myself. I actually managed to get a two thousand five hundred word essay done on the Thursday morning before the deadline at Friday noon. For me, normally cramming in one more reference at eleven o'clock, that's pretty darn good.
Yep, that's definitely an upside.
Unfortunately, the reason I got it done so early was the sudden surprise I had on Monday: hey guys, you've got to hand in two thousand words of your learning journals on Friday! Isn't that great? *headdesk*
It's only formative, thank Merlin, but still... I only just managed two thousand five hundred in two days... and I haven't started the journal yet. Ugh.
I should... probably start it now. Well, I should have started it two hours ago, but you know, the fun of procrastination.
We've got to write on all the books on the module when it's completed - I think it's five thousand words in total - but for now we should just have written on Jane Eyre and A Room of One's Own (which I haven't finished reading yet, because I forgot about it), and maybe something from Sixty Women Poets. The module is Women and Writing, so it's a bit too obvious to go for feminist perspectives for my liking. I was making notes on this in an unrelated seminar earlier, and I was surprised that I actually found some similarities between JE and ROO. (hehe, "roo"... I'm so unfocused right now it's ridiculous)
They're both from a female perspective (no surprise there) but they're also both in the first person. They're both quite introspective - the main "character" of each thinks about thinking, is aware of how her mind works. They both set up females in contrast with males... and break social boundaries to some degree (Jane's willpower and general butt-kicking, and in ROO wandering places she shouldn't - the grass, trying to get into the library). I think this is a stupidly broad connection, but it's the best I've got at the moment. I'm thinking of writing on the importance of the first person in female writing - there's a fair few other examples where women are the narrators of novels, like Wuthering Heights and the Jacqueline Wilson books (yes, I know, I'm in no way saying they're on a par, but it's what it made me think of). Also, I can maybe go back to a bit of my work in Narrative Cultures last year (which I miss, a lot) when we were talking about... ohhh, what was it, what was it... about frame tales! If you go back far enough, women are the story-tellers, even if the story centers around men. Oo, look, I'm actually thinking!
Right, probably should put that a bit more coherently... how I'll make it two thousand words I don't know... and I've got drama tonight, from 7:30 til ten. I could ditch, fairly legitimately given the circumstances, but... nah. I need Drama - and to see Swoot, because I'm fairly sure she took her sanity with her last time I saw her...
Okay. Work. Yep. Hm. Awake. Yep.
Why am I so sleepy? I had my normal amount of sleep last night... I have been lugging my laptop to the library and back though, so that might be it...
Work, Hazel. Work.
Ugh.

[Edit: and I forgot to put an lj cut in this. Again. Has someone switched the power off? My brain has stopped working.]

women, book: jane eyre, real life: work, real life: university, virginia woolf, is: procrastination, sanity, real life: essay

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