bleh
Just finished a midterm exam (take-home) for my British/Irish fiction class. Two essay questions, two hours. First question had to do with cultural panic and narrative technique in
The Good Soldier,
To the Lighthouse and
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. Second question had to do with sexuality at the foreground of characterization in
Women in Love,
To the Lighthouse and
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.
I did the same thing I always do on 2-question exams: think too much and write too much on the first question, then run out of time and write only half as much on the second question, even though I
could have written a hell of a lot more. Bleh. This is why I like single-question exam much better—like the one I have to write for AmNovel classs before next Tuesday. I just realized that I have that midterm and another essay response for that class, plus and a short (4pp) explication for British/Irish fiction class, all due next week. Yet, I have to work this weekend on this long essay. How the hell did all this shit pile up? Grrr. Annoying.
Oh yeah, and I HAVE A JOB, too. Must get back to that now.
