February
2008
Arthur Morted0
I humbly retract my ignorant grumblings about Le Morte D’Arthur. I’ve gained a much greater appreciation for the story as it comes to it’s cathartic end. Although deeply sad, the end is quite beautiful.
I humbly retract my ignorant grumblings about Le Morte D’Arthur. I’ve gained a much greater appreciation for the story as it comes to it’s cathartic end. Although deeply sad, the end is quite beautiful.
I’ve read about 250 pages of Le Morte D’Arthur and all I want is for Arthur to die! I know I sound like a bad English major, but I just can’t take it any more! It’s too much! I get so irritated simply holding the book in my hands. It’s the same feeling I got when I had first period P.E. in high school and the teacher would make us run first thing in the freezing cold. No, reading this is worse, because at least I knew the running would at one point come to an end. This book will not end!
Well here I am in the umpteenth semester of my life.
I often find myself doing homework in the Java City on campus (despite the fact that their coffee tastes like styrofoam), and I find it comical that every semester or so the resident employees leave and they are replaced by newbies. It just doesn’t seem right that Java City employees move on with their lives but I’m stuck dealing with papers, reading, and annotated bibs. I’m like a war vet who witnesses the world changing around her, but isn’t able to change along with it. My knowledge of technology and pop culture has definitely been stunted since high school. I’m okay with knowing more about British lit than reality TV, but I definitely feel inept when it comes to relating to my peers… But I’m thankful that most English majors (especially grad students) are nerds like me.
This semester I’m taking three grad classes: Arthurian lit, Classical Rhetoric and the Poetry of T.S. Eliot. I’m excited, but a little uneasy. These classes are pretty hardcore, but I guess that is a good thing. I’m used to writing papers the night before and still doing well. These classes will give me a much needed mental push. However, I won’t deny the pain that I suffer every time I think that I could be finished with school right now…
I had to buy an unholy amount of books for just three classes:
How on earth am I supposed to fit these books in my bookshelf?