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I suppose I haven't given a real update here in a few days, so I should do that now. Um. Classes are now officially over--I will not need to sit through one more lecture for my M.A., which is a nice feeling. All I have are essays and a dissertation, four weeks to do the former, months upon months to do the latter. A very nice feeling.
Term's gone by fast, and I'm not quite sure how I feel about this. On the one hand, I'm glad to be done with Core and the racist, pig-headed, phallologocentric arseholes composing the class. On the other hand, I'll miss my Woolf class, and I won't see my Joyce professor ever again, save one fifteen minute meeting in a week, and as I'm madly in love with him, his cigarette addiction, his rumpled plaid shirts, and his really corny heretical jokes, that's a bit distressing.
Ah, well. The pangs of student-hood.
I should have internet in my room by the end of next week, which is a very nice thing. The weather has been beautiful, the days here averaging between 12 and 17 degrees, very lovely for mid-March. I have an acute attack of essay-itis, meaning I don't want to write them, but my Woolf essay topic looks promising, and it means I'll get to start throwing myself into TW that much sooner. By the time I'm done with it, and my dissertation, I should be able to quote significant chunks of it. Here's hoping.
I'm going back to the village for Easter, leaving tomorrow, and will be gone until either Tuesday or Wednesday. Sporadic internet until then.
Term's gone by fast, and I'm not quite sure how I feel about this. On the one hand, I'm glad to be done with Core and the racist, pig-headed, phallologocentric arseholes composing the class. On the other hand, I'll miss my Woolf class, and I won't see my Joyce professor ever again, save one fifteen minute meeting in a week, and as I'm madly in love with him, his cigarette addiction, his rumpled plaid shirts, and his really corny heretical jokes, that's a bit distressing.
Ah, well. The pangs of student-hood.
I should have internet in my room by the end of next week, which is a very nice thing. The weather has been beautiful, the days here averaging between 12 and 17 degrees, very lovely for mid-March. I have an acute attack of essay-itis, meaning I don't want to write them, but my Woolf essay topic looks promising, and it means I'll get to start throwing myself into TW that much sooner. By the time I'm done with it, and my dissertation, I should be able to quote significant chunks of it. Here's hoping.
I'm going back to the village for Easter, leaving tomorrow, and will be gone until either Tuesday or Wednesday. Sporadic internet until then.