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Jan. 15th, 2007 06:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clo_again... Bored. Was meant to be onto the brainstorming part of essay planning now but I haven't even come close to finishing the reading. Thinking I'll read the section onShrew in my current oh-so-fascinating book and then one, maybe two or three (if they're short) sections from another on Midsummer because really, I am so not qualified to write this essay right now. Got a kind of general idea and maybe a couple of sentences here and there but I don't have enough critics or their opinions or my own opinions, really. I know I wrote a Middlemarch essya with less planning and survived but, as mind-numbingly awful as it was, Middlemarch is still one novel and essays on novels are easy. Shakespeare... not so much.
Also, for the record, I hate New Historicism, Feminism, psychoanalysis, Marxism, all the isms and theories. Really. They're hugely, horribly irritating to work with and around when you haven't left yourself enough time to really read up on them enough to understand how they relate to Shakespeare.
Yes, this is mainly my rant on "why I am stupid for not starting proper research sooner". Expect many over the next... *counts* thirty six hours or so. God, less than two days.
It helped that when I went to read in the library yesterday, some past student who'd sat in the little wooden booth where I was had Biroed "I'M GOING TO FAIL. HELP." on one side of it. I know how you feel mysterious stranger, I really do.
Someone had also written "BORED? PLAY BOREDOM TENNIS" and underneath had written "RIGHT --->" and a short space to the left, "<---- LEFT", the aim clearly being to let your eyes flick back and too, like watching tennis.
I didn't realise until a minute later that I was actually doing it. It's surprisingly addictive.
Ngh. Essays. And I have a 9:30am seminar in the morning too. >_<
edit: I like A, really I do but she likes to come and talk to me for ages all the time. Which, when I was just getting into a good mindset for reading only to spend an hour chatting about inconsequential things instead is.... so very frustrating. >_< Argh. It may be time to ressurect the Do Not Disturb post-it.
Also, for the record, I hate New Historicism, Feminism, psychoanalysis, Marxism, all the isms and theories. Really. They're hugely, horribly irritating to work with and around when you haven't left yourself enough time to really read up on them enough to understand how they relate to Shakespeare.
Yes, this is mainly my rant on "why I am stupid for not starting proper research sooner". Expect many over the next... *counts* thirty six hours or so. God, less than two days.
It helped that when I went to read in the library yesterday, some past student who'd sat in the little wooden booth where I was had Biroed "I'M GOING TO FAIL. HELP." on one side of it. I know how you feel mysterious stranger, I really do.
Someone had also written "BORED? PLAY BOREDOM TENNIS" and underneath had written "RIGHT --->" and a short space to the left, "<---- LEFT", the aim clearly being to let your eyes flick back and too, like watching tennis.
I didn't realise until a minute later that I was actually doing it. It's surprisingly addictive.
Ngh. Essays. And I have a 9:30am seminar in the morning too. >_<
edit: I like A, really I do but she likes to come and talk to me for ages all the time. Which, when I was just getting into a good mindset for reading only to spend an hour chatting about inconsequential things instead is.... so very frustrating. >_< Argh. It may be time to ressurect the Do Not Disturb post-it.
