I knew I'd have to do something at some point. The point is now. The something is an essay. 5-7,000 words on "Our fast-growing scene": The Scenic Situation of Genre in Shakespeare's Romance Plays. My essay muscles are hurting and I haven't even flexed them. I'm convinced it will be awful and that I will no longer be able to define my self-worth based on my grades. Although, apparently they don't tell us our grades until it's aaaaalllllll over. And apparently anything over 70% here is amazing.
I have to hand two copies of said essay into the Examination Schools by Thursday the 14th, 12h00. Of course, being the silly girl that I am, I have decided to leave on the 12th for a holiday in Scotland with 7 other Hertfordians. (I'm looking forward to it--it should be lazy and filled with alcohol and food and hopefully we won't all go mental and kill each other in a reenactment of The Shining. People keep telling me "oh, it'll be so cold up there." Sometimes I explain to them how, where I'm from, -30 is a fairly regular temperature for 3 months of the year. Sometimes I just smile knowingly.) Anyway, in order to run away to Scotland, I have to finish this essay BEFORE the deadline. And right now those 2.5 days that could be spent agonizing over the essay instead of flitting off Norwards are looking like they mustn't be squandered on such frivolities as holidays and happiness. Please, please wish me luck.
Oh, and by the way, writing this post is helping me to procrastinate.
3 comments:
this posting is also helping me to procrastinate! and to feel better, since I, too, am in essay hell. good luck, my dear... it will be over soon! and besides, you're not capable of producing anything less than brilliant, so stop worrying.
hugs and much love to you!
"Neither a tarryer nor a tracter be;
For delay oft loses both the word and trend,
And hindrance dulls the edge of studentry.
This above all: to thine essay be true,
And it must follow, as the gin the glass,
Thou canst not then be false on any page.
Farewell: my blessing to you, First in Class!"
Scotland is cold. It's also beautiful and well worth it. I nearly froze to death when I was there in July two summers ago, despite wearing a canuck winter coat. Last year I was there in September and it was actually pretty warm. It's the UK, so who the heck knows when it comes to the weather.
Hie thee to Edinburgh. Edinburgh is to die for gorgeous. Not to be missed. I'm so jealous. Ok, not that you've got 5-7000 words to write, but Scotland is definitely worth wrapping up the writing a couple days early. Besides, I know that everything you write is always fabulous, and I'm sure those Oxford folks will think so too. How could they not when it's written by you?
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