It's 4:30 in the morning. I should by all means be done with this paper right now, and probably would be, if I had the right fucking copy of Jane Eyre. You know, the one with all the bookmarks and notations? That one. Instead, I have my personal copy, which is hardbound and occasionally illustrated and so. not. helpful.

And why is it so cold in here ( Read more... )

My English papers are due in 36 hours.

I have one page.

Yours in utter despair,
Sarah.

Two papers down, two to go.

Unfortunately, one of the two remaining is the Impossible Paper, where I am forced to battle vague language in order to choose one of two ill-defined terms, apply it to an entire period of literature, and defend my reasoning.

Or at least that's what I think it means. Anybody care to offer an opinion on whether the period ( Read more... )

I think I'm accidentally pulling an all-nighter. It's not that I really need to pull one, or that I'm frantic, I just...am. Part of this is probably due to the hour and a half I spent in the kitchen, eating an awesome white cake with chocolate icing (and, later on, Life cereal bits embedded in said icing) and talking with Megan and Shelly and their ( Read more... )

I just got my questions for my Renaissance/Early Modern lit exam.

Suddenly I remember the feeling of never being quite deep enough, of constantly struggling for meaning and flailing for significance at every turn.

I also don't remember anything about Malvolio in Twelfth Night, and while I remember reading Sydney's Defense of Poesy, I remember exactly ( Read more... )