What a mental week. Possibly my best attendance this year and got so many things sorted! Yet, still no real work done on any of my assignments for this year. Because I’m just brilliant like that, clearly.
List of assignments to do include;
One overdue critical review on one book from a set list.
Two increasingly imminent full length essays on very different topics.
One presentation that is far to close for comfort.
In preparation for these I have scribbled notes scattered around my desk, and finally have all of the set texts! Quick tip; Blackwells can be pretty useless and take months to deliver a single book, and then deliver another one within days. Order books early if you want to avoid being skinned alive by overworked and nouty tutors.
In other news, I have a radio show next Friday from 8pm-10pm. Tune in if you can but I will warn you to expect explicit tunes and banter in the last hour!
The best thing about English Literature is it’s adaptability, which is why I can chose a dissertation topic that excites me as much as this one; finding the roots of two stereotyped horror game characters. Essentially I started out knowing that games were where I wanted to go with it and thanks to incredibly helpful tutors fixed on this idea. So, despite the fact that some of them now think I’m crazy, I have a set up for starting on the 10,000 word essay next year. Yay!
Look how my research grows! Complete with quick sketches and much conjecture, this is the Wall of Dissertation!
But what started out as a fun night researching things for my dissertation with the beautiful Joseph Thomas (see the side bar for a link to his blog) ended in disaster!
Quick tip: when adding sugar to wine, use a bowl…
Mornings suck. They’re cold and grey and lonely apart from the occasional duck. If you go to them you probably haven’t slept and if you sleep you’ll probably be late or well, sleeping. I could swear that tutors deliberately put seminars in the morning so that the average student is at their weakest and most pliable…
More tea, I say!
I’m not a good student. I leave work ’til last minute, regularly sleep through lectures if not seminars as well, and never print off sheets that are necessary even if I am present.
This is how I got through bad teachers at A2 level, this is how I failed my first degree, and this is how I seem to be spiralling down in this degree.
Considering that I have yet to get an assessment back this year (having handed in the first last Friday) and so have no idea just what effect my lack of attention has had, it seems high time to change. No matter what other personal crap is going on, what better way to avoid it than to bury yourself in work? All it takes is a question that sparks ideas in your head and everything else can be shelved while you answer it.
It’s better to learn from other people’s mistakes than to learn from making them yourself, so learn from mine. Uni is not a holiday camp, and it isn’t school. Everything you do is on your own back and the grade you get will have a direct impact on employment for the rest of your life. So yes, have fun in your fresher year, have a social life, but don’t lose sight of why your here like I do far too often…
Food for thought, if a little confessional.
Why sleep where there is tea? It seems a more studenty thing to do to overdose on caffeine and read a couple of plays… And watching TV, of course.
To all those other insomniacs!
I’m currently writing the first assignment of the year, so I’ll make it quick.
The way I look at it you’ve got to have a sense of humour to deal with 18th century poetry. Going through it with a fine toothed comb for a close reading it would be dull if I couldn’t have a little immature giggle every now again… Oh you dirty Romantics.
Bit of Swift? Na, thanks. Get tuned into L:39 radio while you work!
Keep it light darlin’s.
P.S I might give you a sneak peak of my dissertation ideas in a few days! Keep it mum.
I think there might be something wrong with English students you know.
Love songs echo through laptop speakers everywhere you go, when a man is standing on the rooftop and just visible through a skylight in the lecture hall the eyes of every female student follow them, attractive or not…
Maybe it’s all the Romantic and Courtly Love poetry they make us read, but we’ve become a lugubrious lot. Then again, maybe it’s the 70:30 ratio of women to men at Edge Hill Uni.
Male potential students, this is a plea from the deprived women of the English department! Come to Edge Hill! Please?
For the lolz, laters.
I know I promised a blog about why English Literature is so great at Edge Hill, but something else has occurred to me.
Traveling. This is a massive part of student life, as well as one of the most irritating things you will have to do on a regular basis. I live 5 hours travel from Ormskirk which is father than most students have to go admittedly, but it does give me a good perspective to offer some travel tips.
First, pack light. The best thing to do here is try and get your folks at home to keep toiletries and such in stock so you don’t have to carry all those bottles. This way you just need to take clothes and ladies can fit everything in a large handbag. Which is just shiny.
Secondly, do check when trains are leaving. National Rail have a feature that tells you when trains are delayed or canceled, which is always helpful.
Thirdly and finally, always keep your ticket in your pocket or somewhere handy. Once you hit Merseyside annoying officials will ask for it at every opportunity. You don’t want to miss a train because they won’t let up, it’s been known to happen.
‘Til next time fancy folk!