Pointless.
No, this is not an emo entry about the meaninglessness of my life, it is infact about my trip into uni. I arrived early and got a coffee, then went up to the 5th floor to sit and wait for my seminar. I got chatting to a lass on a Creative Writing MA, who seemed pretty cool, but noone in my class arrived. So of course I started to worry.
Then my tutor arrived only to tell me that the class was on, but it didn't look like anyone else was coming. Gah! Luckily she chatted to me a bit about my dissertation idea (representations of women and sexuality in gothic literature) so the time wasn't totally wasted.
I also picked up my Writing for Reading assignment feedback. It was funny to read, apparently my creative work was rubbish (no duh!) but my commentary was the best in the class! Either way, rubbish creative work or not, I got 67% so I can safely say that I'm happy!
Ok, so maybe today hasn't been so pointless afterall. I'm now going to begin work on the mountain of books I got out the library yesterday for my Renaissance assignment. Yey for being an English nerd! :P
Then my tutor arrived only to tell me that the class was on, but it didn't look like anyone else was coming. Gah! Luckily she chatted to me a bit about my dissertation idea (representations of women and sexuality in gothic literature) so the time wasn't totally wasted.
I also picked up my Writing for Reading assignment feedback. It was funny to read, apparently my creative work was rubbish (no duh!) but my commentary was the best in the class! Either way, rubbish creative work or not, I got 67% so I can safely say that I'm happy!
Ok, so maybe today hasn't been so pointless afterall. I'm now going to begin work on the mountain of books I got out the library yesterday for my Renaissance assignment. Yey for being an English nerd! :P