Finally! A Break!

I finished my last paper and turned it in on Friday. Hey -- it was only 2 weeks late!

I did get my grades from my other classes, though. I got an A in Short Story -- considering my entire grade was based on my final paper, Dr. Giles must have liked it (or me) an awful lot. I was rather pleased with it, actually. I didn't really think, though, that it was "A" material.

To be fair, I always feel that way about my papers and I am pleasantly surprised when I get a higher grade than I anticipated. See, I recycled that paper. The original was one I wrote for Dr. Hipp oh so many years ago. Dr. Hipp gave me a B on that damned thing. I cried about it for most of the Christmas break that year (give or take 6 weeks long). After I went back and talked to Dr. Hipp about the paper and my final grade -- he changed my grade to an A.

I always felt like I bullied him into changing my grade. I still feel that way, sometimes, but some minor adjustments (and an addition of some 10 pages) got me an A on it in a grad class. Yes, I cleaned up a lot of the writing. Yes, I activated a lot of inactive verbs. Yes, I added in another writer (I was looking at local color writers). But, it was still, basically, the same argument and premise.

I got a B in Textual Studies. That sucked, but I got what I earned. I expected it and wasn't surprised.

I really don't know what I will get in Bloomsbury. I feel like I nailed my paper; however, my instructor never feels the same way about my papers as I do. She likes what I don't like and vice versa. My paper was on To The Lighthouse -- anti-imperialism and feminism. I suggested that Virginia Woolf designed the text as a dual-purpose allegorical representation contesting oppression in two of its forms that (to her, anway) were omnipresent in British society. In plain English -- she double-dipped.

Interesting note, today I judged another fargin' speech meet. This time, I got to judge the "impromptu" round. The students get a topic and as much time as they need to prepare (most of them take only 2 or 3 minutes). They then present an original speech (5-8 minutes long) on that topic. The topic for the round I judged was "gift."

So one of the girls talked about it being better to give than to receive. She cited To The Lighthouse. Big mistake, poor girl. I know the text, unfortunately, (for both me and this poor girl) inside and out. There is no scene even remotely similar to the one she referenced in support of her argument. I felt rather bad for her, actually.

Well, we're waiting for delivery of Giordano's. Mom and Dad have never tried it. I'm a pretty huge fan, actually. The last time I had it, come to think of it, was before the break up of Five Year Jacket. In fact, it was the evening of the last show that Kevin played with that band. Tonya and I went to that show. We were really early so we stopped at the Giordano's in Plainfield. Now, we have one here in Oswego. Of course, we still don't have a Borders ...

I started reading Mary Barton, today. Or is it Elizabeth Gaskell. Fuck. One of them is the name of the text and the other is the name of the author. Victorian Prose, again. I have it from a moderately reliable source that it will appear on the comp exams. Okay, even better yet. That same source believes that Atlas Shrugged will be on the exams. I actually know that text. Again, unfortunately.

That was dani linn's fault. I was commuting to Chicago and read The Fountainhead for several weeks. I hated it.

I have to go. The shit has hit the fan. Mom came downstairs and the horribleness has begun.