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May. 2nd, 2008 12:13 amDEAR INTERNETS:
Tonight, I kicked the shit out of my World Lit final.
Dang, seriously. I made it my little bitch.
Especially with the essay I wrote comparing and contrasting the relationships of Shakespeare's Hamlet/Ophelia, Marie de France's Bisclavret/his wife, Anne Bradstreet/her husband, and Beowulf's Grendel/Grendel's mother. Then I discussed what these four relationships said about the nature of love.
It was entitled: Douchebaggery, Thy Name is Hamlet.
I love this class and am very sad that my last night of it is next week. Except for how I had to sit through five different students tonight attempting to read Sonnet 130 (My mistress's eyes are nothing like the sun...) for twenty-five points of extra credit.
That was pretty painful, yo.
This classseriously kind of maybe makes me contemplate going into literature as a some kind of major and eventual profession. But, I am not quite that much of a maschochist.
Oh, what manner of nonsense is that?
Yo ho, yo ho, it's a mortician's life for me!
Love,
~tara
P.S.
The Engineer totally talked about masturbation and ball-shaving tonight to the Masons. It slayed me.
Tonight, I kicked the shit out of my World Lit final.
Dang, seriously. I made it my little bitch.
Especially with the essay I wrote comparing and contrasting the relationships of Shakespeare's Hamlet/Ophelia, Marie de France's Bisclavret/his wife, Anne Bradstreet/her husband, and Beowulf's Grendel/Grendel's mother. Then I discussed what these four relationships said about the nature of love.
It was entitled: Douchebaggery, Thy Name is Hamlet.
I love this class and am very sad that my last night of it is next week. Except for how I had to sit through five different students tonight attempting to read Sonnet 130 (My mistress's eyes are nothing like the sun...) for twenty-five points of extra credit.
That was pretty painful, yo.
This class
Oh, what manner of nonsense is that?
Yo ho, yo ho, it's a mortician's life for me!
Love,
~tara
P.S.
The Engineer totally talked about masturbation and ball-shaving tonight to the Masons. It slayed me.