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.