beccaelizabeth's dreamwidth journal

I went to college.
The traffic was better than usual close to home but waaaaaay worse once we got to Norwich. So we arrived about the same time as usual.

There was some confusion about which room we were in to do what, but we found the room and the teacher, and I said I was supposed to be there Tuesday but I wasn't (I think I forgot to say I was ill. I forgot to say most things actually.)

So I got my essay back first.

62%
for my Torchwood sonnet
about porn.

*big happy grin*

That's about in my usual range of marks, and poetry is the trickiest thing I've done so far. None of the usual hooks. Not sure I'm using the tools right. Tricksy. But useful, I think, once I get the hang of this stuff.

Paragraphs and odd grammar and being too chatty were the criticisms. Teach says I'll get better next year.
... I been studying 5 year now and these are the criticisms on every paper. I mean I'm getting better, especially considering my tendency to talk in my own private language, and what sentences look like on here when I'm left to myself
but
... I just kind of hate making things sound academic. I mean especially if it's just for the sake of it. If I made my point, why is chatty wrong?

Teach reckons expanding on my sonnets=TV thingy could make a dissertation topic.
Teach is wanting someone to do one on poetry. Anyone. Nobody ever does.

I think it's a few years until I get to doing that, but it's a thought.
I do like the way learning what sonnets were doing concentrates on structure. I mean I can see why they are that shape, and what they're doing with it, and how it has that effect. It's nifty.
So then I look at television series and consider them specifically as a set of 22, 13, or 8 episodes with x acts / teaser / tag, and how that shapes stories. I have few thoughts yet, but it's an angle.



I also showed my etymology stuff to the teacher and apparently is brilliant :-)
... and also sufficient for another dissertation topic. Heh.
... Teach says brilliant about everything, but it is very helpful to know I did make sense.



Class today was shorter, cause tutorials, and hardly anyone showed up.
I like it.
With only about a dozen people in the room I could talk. Out loud. Making sense in full sentences. Well, mostly full. AND I'd done relevant reading in advance on my own initiative. And I figured out a thing while we were reading that was the useful thing to figure.

So basically made of win.



The bit with no teacher in the classroom was less win. The others used the time to whine about the uselessness of the study skills unit (I agree totally, it's purely embarrassing that we're getting credits for that), discuss methods of giving birth (loudly, with detail, complaining much about dirt in hospitals; this was prompted by one lady taking her exam today cause the baby is going to arrive before the official exam day does), talk about their offspring (some are developmentally disabled, some have behavioural difficulties, some are merely very small and loud; some are other people's and they train them to say rude words), whine about some people getting extensions because they say they have children (on the basis that the people in the room could manage without extensions therefore everyone should), and then watch a chunk from 28 weeks later on the big screen.

I did not like that bit. I put my hat over my eyes but still there was screaming. I think next time I shall decide that pointing out I hates the movie is less traumatic than not-watching-just-hearing the damn thing.

So then I went on the computer and wrote up my etymology thing on Blackboard and found some people to discuss it with after all. At least five minutes of studying in that hour and a half. Useful.



Much less studying of the assigned poem of the day. Teach asked if we had at all. I had, in fact, read it, so technically yes, and studied some yesterday, so also yes. I don't know if everyone else managed to multitask in the middle of all that talking.


I also worked on my Close Reading bubble diagram. Much fewer question marks left, many more ticks. Nifty.



And I remembered to take some paperwork to the right office. They remember my name. How do people remember names? Do files just tag that way for most people? I mean, I remember people, and their coats, and sometimes their hats except most people don't have hats, and almost always their tattoos, but their names take until the end of the year to stick, if ever. How do people know me when they only seen me go in the office? Magic!


And then there was the car home, where Classic FM played a whole bunch of music I know. I kind of sang along to opera until I noticed. Quiet singing. With lalalas, cause god knows what the words are.



So now I'm all bouncy :-)

And the parts where I had to pull my hat down very firmly or flap hands a bit because today was... well, mostly cause it was different, I think, but because I end up off balance today... Well, those are coping things, and I did stuff that was useful, and now it is done. Home again. Sorted.


62% for poetry :-)

She asked how I thought of the topic.
I, er, attempted to explain that the trouble with me is thinking of any other topic.
But I still think the bits of the essay where I explain how it is relevant and smart were quite well done. I mean, they passed, so obviously I sold it.



Now I just got to finish designing the T-shirt.
:-)