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skull_bearerI thought a change of music might help. It didn't. Now I just want to write for Ivory and Ebony. Surely I'd learn more through writing fanfiction than in comparing two books I don't even like.
My fault, shouldn't have taken that f*cking class, that'll teach me to listen to English tutors. She told me it was goign to be a great course and silly me, I thought we'd be analysing words, the different meanings and so on, after all, it was in Creative Writing. Instead, I signed up for another term of English Lit, studying books I hate.
Silas Marner is a dead-panning emotionless piece of trivial crap, and Turn of the Screw is written in deranged stream of consciousness. The only fun part of that book was dicussing whether the main character was mad or if there really were ghosts. I decided it was both. She was insane, but that didn't mean there weren't ghosts. There were just too many conicidences (I'm guessing this from what other people have told me, I couldn't even read half of the bloody thing), this discussion gave me leave to use one of my favourite quotes; "Just because you're paranoid, doesn't mean they really aren't out to get you."
Why oh why were we not able to pick our own books? I had more leave at A-level, hell, I had more leave at GCSE! There we had to compare two books, one pre 20th C, one 20th. I picked Children of the Dust and War of the Worlds. Much more fun. I could have picked Time of the Hawklords and some other post-apocalyptic book, but noooo....
Hell, I could have compared Time of the Hawklords and a Mary-Sue fic! That would have been great! It could have shown how Micheal Moorcock tangled with the terrible threat of the Mary-Sue and came out kicking. That would have been wonderful, and I might just write it anyway, just for the hell of it.
I also need to have a chat with my teacher, it's not her fault, she's a great teacher, but I just can't go on with this course.
Skull Bearer.
My fault, shouldn't have taken that f*cking class, that'll teach me to listen to English tutors. She told me it was goign to be a great course and silly me, I thought we'd be analysing words, the different meanings and so on, after all, it was in Creative Writing. Instead, I signed up for another term of English Lit, studying books I hate.
Silas Marner is a dead-panning emotionless piece of trivial crap, and Turn of the Screw is written in deranged stream of consciousness. The only fun part of that book was dicussing whether the main character was mad or if there really were ghosts. I decided it was both. She was insane, but that didn't mean there weren't ghosts. There were just too many conicidences (I'm guessing this from what other people have told me, I couldn't even read half of the bloody thing), this discussion gave me leave to use one of my favourite quotes; "Just because you're paranoid, doesn't mean they really aren't out to get you."
Why oh why were we not able to pick our own books? I had more leave at A-level, hell, I had more leave at GCSE! There we had to compare two books, one pre 20th C, one 20th. I picked Children of the Dust and War of the Worlds. Much more fun. I could have picked Time of the Hawklords and some other post-apocalyptic book, but noooo....
Hell, I could have compared Time of the Hawklords and a Mary-Sue fic! That would have been great! It could have shown how Micheal Moorcock tangled with the terrible threat of the Mary-Sue and came out kicking. That would have been wonderful, and I might just write it anyway, just for the hell of it.
I also need to have a chat with my teacher, it's not her fault, she's a great teacher, but I just can't go on with this course.
Skull Bearer.
