The Dead

Well, lots of interesting things happened this week. I got a job at Fed Ex! *applause* I take my drug test tomorrow, and then things should be rolling along after that. I can't even begin to describe to you what a relief this is. I may not ever have to look for another job. Super awesome ridiculous.

As far as classes are going, Shakespeare is probably my least favorite class since I've been back in school. Now, I know what you're thinking, but it's definitely not the subject matter that I dislike. I love Shakespeare, and I always have, and I've never found him very difficult to read. The problem is that we have to do a ridiculous amount of study questions that insult my intelligence and make me explain (at length) things that seem painfully obvious and don't enhance my understanding of the text at all. Not to mention that each answer is expected to be a small essay and between class on Tuesday and class on Thursday, I was expected to answer 17 of them. I have other classes. I have a life. Please don't be so presumptuous to think that Shakespeare is the only class I'm taking this semester with any homework to do.

Ahem. Rant over.

I finally finished Great Expectations last night, which was exciting even though I already knew the whole plot. I always get a rush from finishing a book, since I seem to have such a hard time doing it anymore, what with the focus problems currently being sorted out with the shrink types at school.

Our actual reading for this week in British Lit was some of my personal favorite; Yeats, Eliot, Joyce. Revisiting their work always teaches me new things. I was a little disappointed, as I always am, at people's misunderstanding of the context of the work, or complete ignorance of it. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, and should be more forgiving, but I get offended when people don't appreciate great art.

Speaking of that, we also read Joyce's The Dead this week, and some of the response to it really upset me. Call Joyce's stories anything you want, but boring they are not, especially The Dead, arguably one of the greatest short stories ever written.

Bah. I'm bitter about literature. I think this means that I should never be a teacher. No problem there.