ramblings of a philosophical, academic, moral nature
So it's been a while and I decided an update was in order. As I'm writing this I'm staring at my giraffe icon and loving it while also feeling sad about it! The poor thing has such a hard life! He reminds me of myself actually...
Everytime I feel like I've got my legs under me and I'm running and making progress, I slip and slide and flail about and EPIC FAIL! I've decided, however, that rather than blaming others and/or something out of my control, I will now place blame where it is really due: on myself. Procrastination, lack of work ethic, lack of effort, dallying around, and general unwillingness to work hard are the disproportionate legs to my giraffe. As sad and pathetic as this analogy is, it's pretty much spot-on!
Rather than wasting my time watching movies and effing around on the internet, it's time to actually earn the amazing marks I've magically been maintaining this term. Seriously: nothing lower than an A on all my Canadian Women's Writing assignments, As in Cyborg Fictions assignments, Bs and As in Novel after 1900 except on one test for which I forgot to read the book, but I still passed at least... I haven't gotten any marks back yet for my seminar class, but I felt pretty good about my presentation, and should be finding out how I did on Thursday... and B+ on my film midterm and a B+ on the group presentation.
I can't decide whether or not I've earned these marks! Heaven knows I've made great efforts in researching where required, in articulating difficult and/or challenging points and arguments, in adhering to prescribed page lengths and word counts... But all of these: not until the last possible minute! So many late nights and all-nighters have been pulled, it's difficult to determine whether or not I really deserve the marks usually designated for students who exemplify strong work ethic and an actual interest in making a concerted effort to both contribute to collective class discussions, and to provide a worthwhile or interesting piece of work for the prof -- who has to read and mark so many like-minded writings!
In closing, I end this entry with no more insight as to my worthiness than I started with, and I will continue to question my work ethic and all that my efforts entail in terms of contributing to classes and the wider academic community, if my assignments can even be described as academic...
O, the age-old philosopical dilemma!...
P.S. Sorry for the novel :)
Everytime I feel like I've got my legs under me and I'm running and making progress, I slip and slide and flail about and EPIC FAIL! I've decided, however, that rather than blaming others and/or something out of my control, I will now place blame where it is really due: on myself. Procrastination, lack of work ethic, lack of effort, dallying around, and general unwillingness to work hard are the disproportionate legs to my giraffe. As sad and pathetic as this analogy is, it's pretty much spot-on!
Rather than wasting my time watching movies and effing around on the internet, it's time to actually earn the amazing marks I've magically been maintaining this term. Seriously: nothing lower than an A on all my Canadian Women's Writing assignments, As in Cyborg Fictions assignments, Bs and As in Novel after 1900 except on one test for which I forgot to read the book, but I still passed at least... I haven't gotten any marks back yet for my seminar class, but I felt pretty good about my presentation, and should be finding out how I did on Thursday... and B+ on my film midterm and a B+ on the group presentation.
I can't decide whether or not I've earned these marks! Heaven knows I've made great efforts in researching where required, in articulating difficult and/or challenging points and arguments, in adhering to prescribed page lengths and word counts... But all of these: not until the last possible minute! So many late nights and all-nighters have been pulled, it's difficult to determine whether or not I really deserve the marks usually designated for students who exemplify strong work ethic and an actual interest in making a concerted effort to both contribute to collective class discussions, and to provide a worthwhile or interesting piece of work for the prof -- who has to read and mark so many like-minded writings!
In closing, I end this entry with no more insight as to my worthiness than I started with, and I will continue to question my work ethic and all that my efforts entail in terms of contributing to classes and the wider academic community, if my assignments can even be described as academic...
O, the age-old philosopical dilemma!...
P.S. Sorry for the novel :)