Chop Off My Hands, I'm Not Doing Anything Important With Them
After four hours I stopped writing and stared at the computer screen. After a day of reading articles, notating the articles, re-reading sections of the books, and 4 straight hours of typing I checked my progress to see I had managed to write 2 pages. Double spaced, 12 point font, and a 1/4 of the first page is the title. 4 hours. 2 pages. I looked at where I was in the outline and realized I had enough material for another 2 MAYBE 3 pages. But definitely not 8-10.
Two entire days of work only to realize that I had chosen a bad topic.
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Time to walk away from it. Just walk away, look at it later, and decide what to do.
I left the computer lab, got a drink at the drinking fountain, used the restroom, and involuntarily punched myself in the face. BECAUSE MY GOD I JUST WASTED 2 DAYS OF MY LIFE READING JAMAICA KINCAID ONLY TO REALIZE YET AGAIN HOW MUCH SHE SUCKS.
I'm not even angry at Kincaid; this was totally my fault. I chose the dumbest topic possible.
But for two days straight I've been reading her. Reading analyses, interviews, re-checking passages, and only to realize that not only do I really not like her, but I chose the dumbest possible topic about her to write on: Names as Identities.
Yes. Your name might be your identity. And Kincaid thinks so too. Because Lucy stands for Lucifer and she compares herself to Milton and post-colonial blah-blah-blah I Can't believe I'm about to waste another day on this.
Two entire days of work only to realize that I had chosen a bad topic.
...
Time to walk away from it. Just walk away, look at it later, and decide what to do.
I left the computer lab, got a drink at the drinking fountain, used the restroom, and involuntarily punched myself in the face. BECAUSE MY GOD I JUST WASTED 2 DAYS OF MY LIFE READING JAMAICA KINCAID ONLY TO REALIZE YET AGAIN HOW MUCH SHE SUCKS.
I'm not even angry at Kincaid; this was totally my fault. I chose the dumbest topic possible.
But for two days straight I've been reading her. Reading analyses, interviews, re-checking passages, and only to realize that not only do I really not like her, but I chose the dumbest possible topic about her to write on: Names as Identities.
Yes. Your name might be your identity. And Kincaid thinks so too. Because Lucy stands for Lucifer and she compares herself to Milton and post-colonial blah-blah-blah I Can't believe I'm about to waste another day on this.