look Ma, coherent sentences!
Oct. 2nd, 2003 12:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesMy last several entries have been almost completely random, so here's a coherent (or do I mean cohesive?) one.
Anyway, I got the Semiotics exam done and handed in, and I really don't want it back. What took me seven pages took most of my classmates twice that. There are two more of these exams for this course. I figure if I can survive this, the rest of the two years will be easy.
Speaking of the rest of the two years, I have to register for next semester next week. That seems early to me. So far it's looking like next semester will be Literary and Cultural Translation, Terminology and Computer Applications, and a graduate course in French theater.
Theater is funny stuff. I absolutely hate reading plays, because I can't put them on in my head while I read them. If I'm going to appreciate a play, I have to see it done. That's part of why I don't like Shakespeare. His plays aren't great literature. They may be great theater, but I'm not in a position to judge that. The problem is, most people insist on treating his plays as literature, and it just doesn't work. I had Shakespeare for three of the four years of high school, and I had him as English literature for all of those three years. There isn't any deep meaning behind the fact that there are three murderers in Macbeth; it's because there have to be two to carry the body and one to carry the torch. A lot of what Shakespeare wrote, he wrote because it plays. He wasn't trying to make any deep literary statements. He was trying to earn a living writing plays.
OK, rant over. The point is, it doesn't matter what language I'm studying theater in, I don't want to study theater as literature, but that's how everybody teaches it. It's not supposed to be read, it's supposed to be performed.
My Chateaubriand paper is so stuck that I think I'm going to have to just delete the section I got stuck in. There's no time to do the research I would need to make my point, although it's a good point. It has to do with exoticism as critique of European society and the differences between Jesuit and Franciscan missionaries. It would take me a week to get the books I would need, and I don't have a week to wait. At least on this paper, I'm ahead. Most of my classmates haven't started theirs yet.
I finally broke down two days ago and turned on the heat in here. Last night I had to break out my enormous comforter. I can't fall asleep if my feet are cold, and I hate sleeping in socks. Thus the reason I was up until 1:30 this morning, curled up under the comforter, waiting for my feet to warm up. I suppose, it being October, the weather has a right to cool off, but I grumble anyway.
My jade plant seems to have recovered from its trauma and is putting out new, symmetrical, leaves all over the place.
Time for lunch, I think.
Anyway, I got the Semiotics exam done and handed in, and I really don't want it back. What took me seven pages took most of my classmates twice that. There are two more of these exams for this course. I figure if I can survive this, the rest of the two years will be easy.
Speaking of the rest of the two years, I have to register for next semester next week. That seems early to me. So far it's looking like next semester will be Literary and Cultural Translation, Terminology and Computer Applications, and a graduate course in French theater.
Theater is funny stuff. I absolutely hate reading plays, because I can't put them on in my head while I read them. If I'm going to appreciate a play, I have to see it done. That's part of why I don't like Shakespeare. His plays aren't great literature. They may be great theater, but I'm not in a position to judge that. The problem is, most people insist on treating his plays as literature, and it just doesn't work. I had Shakespeare for three of the four years of high school, and I had him as English literature for all of those three years. There isn't any deep meaning behind the fact that there are three murderers in Macbeth; it's because there have to be two to carry the body and one to carry the torch. A lot of what Shakespeare wrote, he wrote because it plays. He wasn't trying to make any deep literary statements. He was trying to earn a living writing plays.
OK, rant over. The point is, it doesn't matter what language I'm studying theater in, I don't want to study theater as literature, but that's how everybody teaches it. It's not supposed to be read, it's supposed to be performed.
My Chateaubriand paper is so stuck that I think I'm going to have to just delete the section I got stuck in. There's no time to do the research I would need to make my point, although it's a good point. It has to do with exoticism as critique of European society and the differences between Jesuit and Franciscan missionaries. It would take me a week to get the books I would need, and I don't have a week to wait. At least on this paper, I'm ahead. Most of my classmates haven't started theirs yet.
I finally broke down two days ago and turned on the heat in here. Last night I had to break out my enormous comforter. I can't fall asleep if my feet are cold, and I hate sleeping in socks. Thus the reason I was up until 1:30 this morning, curled up under the comforter, waiting for my feet to warm up. I suppose, it being October, the weather has a right to cool off, but I grumble anyway.
My jade plant seems to have recovered from its trauma and is putting out new, symmetrical, leaves all over the place.
Time for lunch, I think.
