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Oh, god. Admin law is going to kill me. I just spent forty minutes or so on ten pages and then my brain rebelled and I had to switch over to the reading for my speculative fictions class before it carried through with its highly believable threat of just shutting the hell down for the rest of the day, and leaving me stranded, drooling and senseless, in the library till tomorrow morning. It's not even like those ten pages were particularly dense--just a mind-numbingly boring account of the various administrative tribunals in the various state and territories, and how they were going to be reformed, simplified etc, but then weren't because of a collective lack of political will and...well, since just reading about it almost sapped my will to live, I can't really say I blame them. And blaming politicians is one of my favourite pass-times.
Our lecturer did warn us about the reading for the beginning of the course (a 650 page brick for the first five weeks, may my death be swift, with an exam in week three, all on highly technical who-does-what blah blah blah), but then he had a cute little admin-law-related anecdote and then a Lewis Carroll quote and I was lulled into shameless complacency. This is the problem with lecturers who remember what it was like being a law student. They're trickesy.
Still, I am glad to be back a uni--my impending death notwithstanding. Not that I really left, since my summer school exam was about a week ago. Still, three arts classes, including creative writing (I was so afraid of not getting in and now I'm terrified of workshops, which start next week. Perversely, I am just as afraid that they'll all be brilliant and make me look inept beyond belief, as I am that everyone will suck, and it will be impossible to critique them without lying through my teeth. Really, in a fair world, egotism and low self-esteem would just cancel each other out, not co-exist.) That the first half of the course is devoted to poetry is also making me antsy, because I forgotten everything I ever learnt about it, and that weren't much to begin with. Line breaks? Iamb-whatever? Punctuation?...nothing.
Our lecturer was very reassuring, perhaps too much so. Very 'your first draft should be what you feel'...and even I know that never bodes well. (She really wasn't as wet as that makes her sound, but...ah, wonder at my ambivalence!)
Our lecturer did warn us about the reading for the beginning of the course (a 650 page brick for the first five weeks, may my death be swift, with an exam in week three, all on highly technical who-does-what blah blah blah), but then he had a cute little admin-law-related anecdote and then a Lewis Carroll quote and I was lulled into shameless complacency. This is the problem with lecturers who remember what it was like being a law student. They're trickesy.
Still, I am glad to be back a uni--my impending death notwithstanding. Not that I really left, since my summer school exam was about a week ago. Still, three arts classes, including creative writing (I was so afraid of not getting in and now I'm terrified of workshops, which start next week. Perversely, I am just as afraid that they'll all be brilliant and make me look inept beyond belief, as I am that everyone will suck, and it will be impossible to critique them without lying through my teeth. Really, in a fair world, egotism and low self-esteem would just cancel each other out, not co-exist.) That the first half of the course is devoted to poetry is also making me antsy, because I forgotten everything I ever learnt about it, and that weren't much to begin with. Line breaks? Iamb-whatever? Punctuation?...nothing.
Our lecturer was very reassuring, perhaps too much so. Very 'your first draft should be what you feel'...and even I know that never bodes well. (She really wasn't as wet as that makes her sound, but...ah, wonder at my ambivalence!)