Sometimes I worry my brain will actually explode.
So, this morning - two hours of Russian history, ohne Ellie, my partner-in-revolutionary-crime. *lesigh* We were watching Sergei Eisenstein's 'October', which is very interesting, but very hard to follow - not least as it features lots of seemingly identical shots of people waving guns around. [Incidentally, I think I have solved the whole "the Russian army had no guns" conundrum - they had no guns because they were all in the city arsenal, waiting to be seized by the (already quite well-armed) proletariat.] It is worrying that totalitarian dictatorships get to get away with peddling idealised state-creation myths (and indeed much else) as historical truth. Although obviously that's not the thing that worries me the most. There was lots of agitated-hat-waving going on as well. And there was Cossack dancing & quite a few splongdeed beards. (Though the beards were not dancing, which I personally consider to be a missed opportunity...) Despite what it might sound like, it was actually a challenging class, not least as we spent the last 15-20 minutes exploring the use of symbolism & stylistic differences with regard to pre-revolutionary films...
I met Laura after class & she came to my room for the half-hour before lunch & was a suitably admiring audience for the opening of my GGBP parcel - "The Camp Mystery", which, the way things are going, I expect to get to read sometime this Autumn. They had put leek in with the brocolli at lunch today. There is no reason to do this ever, because leek is minging, as we all (well, excluding Laura, apparently) know. Glagh.
My Politics of Gender class this afternoon was also hard work. Gill is a phenomenally intelligent woman, and her classes reflect this fact. We were discussing Wollstonecraft (SO glad I'd just done an essay on her) and while it was very interesting, almost two hours of intense focused intellectual discussion is a bit tiring. Even when you have someone who does not know WHEN TO SHUT THE HELL UP in your class. I wouldn't mind so much if what she said was interesting/intelligent. *rolls eyes* But no. She was also oblivious to Gill's facial expressions, which, as she was sitting almost next to her, was quite impressive. *headdesk* *headdesk* *headdesk* The other thing is, no-one had thought to mention the class lasts for two hours - from the Reporter we were all thinking it would be an hour, but no. Mnyleurghle. I also have to go and buy some more books - Gill said we basically should all have our OWN copies of all the key set texts. On the plus side, I had not yet submitted my book-grant form, so I can go forth and shop tomorrow morning & then hand in my form after that. *nods*
After class, with a 15 minute break for tea and 5 minutes spent completing a 4 funding form, I sat and read selected bits from Davidoff & Hall's "Family Fortunes: men and women of the English middle class 1780-1840". Once I had finished, I went off to Clough to take the book to Catherine as she also needs it for her essay this week. I am now going to look for some articles online, and if they are available, I shall print them and take them to my room and carry on working until bedtime.
Today has not been ALL bad though. When I went to the P'lodge to post the funding form I had a parcel and a card in my p'hole. I have a new (birthday) giraffe, from my friend Theresia. It is a little carved giraffe, from Namibia, where Theresia spent part of the Christmas holidays. It is very cute & think it will complement my giraffe from South Africa very nicely :)
I met Laura after class & she came to my room for the half-hour before lunch & was a suitably admiring audience for the opening of my GGBP parcel - "The Camp Mystery", which, the way things are going, I expect to get to read sometime this Autumn. They had put leek in with the brocolli at lunch today. There is no reason to do this ever, because leek is minging, as we all (well, excluding Laura, apparently) know. Glagh.
My Politics of Gender class this afternoon was also hard work. Gill is a phenomenally intelligent woman, and her classes reflect this fact. We were discussing Wollstonecraft (SO glad I'd just done an essay on her) and while it was very interesting, almost two hours of intense focused intellectual discussion is a bit tiring. Even when you have someone who does not know WHEN TO SHUT THE HELL UP in your class. I wouldn't mind so much if what she said was interesting/intelligent. *rolls eyes* But no. She was also oblivious to Gill's facial expressions, which, as she was sitting almost next to her, was quite impressive. *headdesk* *headdesk* *headdesk* The other thing is, no-one had thought to mention the class lasts for two hours - from the Reporter we were all thinking it would be an hour, but no. Mnyleurghle. I also have to go and buy some more books - Gill said we basically should all have our OWN copies of all the key set texts. On the plus side, I had not yet submitted my book-grant form, so I can go forth and shop tomorrow morning & then hand in my form after that. *nods*
After class, with a 15 minute break for tea and 5 minutes spent completing a 4 funding form, I sat and read selected bits from Davidoff & Hall's "Family Fortunes: men and women of the English middle class 1780-1840". Once I had finished, I went off to Clough to take the book to Catherine as she also needs it for her essay this week. I am now going to look for some articles online, and if they are available, I shall print them and take them to my room and carry on working until bedtime.
Today has not been ALL bad though. When I went to the P'lodge to post the funding form I had a parcel and a card in my p'hole. I have a new (birthday) giraffe, from my friend Theresia. It is a little carved giraffe, from Namibia, where Theresia spent part of the Christmas holidays. It is very cute & think it will complement my giraffe from South Africa very nicely :)