Anyone ever try to read like 20 pages of that? It’s hell, literally hell. Like WTF?! What am I reading? Why are the ‘v’s ‘u’s and vice versa! That makes it hella confusing and then there’s the spelling! Like seriously, not standardized and what are all these | in the middle of words?! SOMEONE HELP ME UNDERSTAND LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Posts tagged ‘Edward II’
So recently I’ve been working on a new piece. It was supposed to be about affairs that the main character has as she is going through university, but apparently what I’ve done (and learned) in my detective fiction class had different ideas. Now it’s turned into a murder mystery, but I still want to go with my idea of the affairs as a way of exhibiting and exploring female autonomy and sexuality. However, the problem is, is that the story may become too long for one book or too disjointed to be included all in one novel. This is also the first time I’ve broken the book up into chapters, so it’s a bit weird for me to write. If I serialize it then it’ll be a while before I get to the part I really want to write about and again, something new for me. Right now I’m having trouble writing the next part. This, in part may be because I’m writing it up on the computer. I’ve always had difficulty writing what I consider “good writing” on a computer. I’ve always had to write by hand before I type it up, which is in a way how I edit my work. The computer is incredibly strenuous on my eyes and I prefer writing by hand. As I once said, “The pen is personal, the computer critical.” That is true when it comes to writing my essays as well. I’ve never been able to write up an essay by hand and have it amount to a good critical piece. It is perhaps that my critical essays must be typed up to be handed in that it’s become a habit, while I’ve been writing creatively since I was five and access to a computer was a luxury.
Maybe story boarding might be a good idea, especially since there are going to be so many characters and subplots. I’ll also need to sit down and decide on some GOOD character names, especially for the main character. I don’t like her name, but I’ve always had ways of coming up with weird nicknames for them which I fall in love with. I also love playing with meanings of names as a way of building the character, just as the humours were used to establish personality traits for characters during the early modern period.
Despite being stuck, I want to keep writing this novel and I don’t want to do anything else other than write. And the problem is, is that I have an essay on torture, homosexuality and Edward II due in a week. That I haven’t started on. I’ve spent the whole day reading sources for my essay and I don’t want to know anymore about this topic. No, it’s not gruesome or anything like that, but has anyone tried reading 20 pages of Holinshed’s Chronicles?! HONESTLY!!!!!!! I have given up on reading it for the most part. I’ll come back to it later, maybe just reading the parts in which Edward is murdered and comparing that to the play. But I’ll definitely have to reread the play…that’ll be fun!
Oh yeah and I have a book review to finish. For the most part, it’s done. I just have to bring it to class for a final workshop, fix it up for Wednesday and DONE! But the Edward essay isn’t going to be like that. I have the nitpickiest teacher for this class. At least I didn’t fail the last essay. Although it did take her a month to mark a 1000 word essay. I mean, seriously?! I get that you had to edit a book, but it’s not like students have to take five courses that involve writing 3 essays due for the same day and work or anything crazy like that. I’ll just be happy to be done this course. I just want to graduate. And not with a GPA burning in hell…if possible. The end is near. And I’m definitely in fear.
As the last semester of my final year draws to a close, tensions are running high for me. I can hardly remember where these four years have gone, but here I am in the last few weeks struggling to focus on my remaining assignments. It’s not that they are boring, no, in fact, quite the contrary. The story of King Edward II is great, there is so much to explore in his death, but I can’t bring myself to read the necessary articles to actually get on writing the paper. Even now, I’m debating about whether I should be writing about Edward, homosexuality/homophobia, and torture because I’m beginning to feel that I would much rather write about Isabella. I haven’t the slightest clue what I’d write about Isabella, but maybe about the role of women in law or women and the institution of marriage. Both are interesting concepts to consider in Christopher Marlowe’s Edward II, but that would mean that I have to look up my sources all over again and that would be such a bother…well okay no, the prof has listed a couple sources I could go to in regards to women and the legal scene during early modern times, but I’m not sure if those are specific to The Merry Wives of Windsor, the play that originally asked us to explore the role of Mistress Ford and Mistress Page in the context of women under the law at the time. Thank goodness I have some extension days left and a couple cancelled classes to deal with all this crap!
I’m also taking a non-major English class on detective fiction which has me wanting to marry a police officer, don’t ask, just over-exposure’s done that to me. This class is really weird and goes against all my training as an English major. I mean, come on, multiple choice tests asking which drink the detective had in like chapter two of the book?! Who does that?! This prof apparently. And then there’s the issue of a book review. I’ve never written one and am terrified that perhaps I’ve revealed too much or maybe I sound too boring. There’s just no winning, so I’m glad he suggested that we have a class in which we bring our pieces to class and have our peers edit it. But again, consider that this is a non-major class, so I’m not expecting a whole lot from my peers. However, I do have a friend in English who’s in that class who is reliable in editing my work. I hope I will get some valuable feedback out of this session, otherwise this class has been a complete waste of time. And I’ve never met a class that’s so repetitive in their questions. Does a five paragraph essay sound reasonable for something that is 750 words? Obviously not. Same goes for if it was a 50 000 word essay. WHAT KIND OF QUESTIONS ARE THESE?! *Sigh* Maybe I’m just being to high strung and anal, but whatever, venting helps.
And don’t even get me started on psychology, which was supposed to be my GPA booster option class. GAWD! The amount of effort I put into that class to get the crappy marks I’ve been getting makes me think I should have taken something else like a postcolonial literature class or even another law and society course instead of this or even philosophy now that I think about it. Nothing is easier than one of those classes. I mean, last semester my philosophy prof thought I was an absolute genius, even though I was writing up my papers the night before, something that you absolutely CANNOT do in English. It’s like English teachers have special essay vision and they know when you’ve written it and how much effort you put into because your mark is usually a very good reflection of that.
Then there is Art History. Like what the heck?! You couldn’t let me take Chinese Art History. Nope, gotta be Japanese. And then you give me a partially racist teacher, who does make the occasional funny joke, but otherwise rather rude, but paradoxically, is very nice in one to one meetings, very respectful of difference…so…I don’t know. This course, though she says isn’t about memorization, is all about memorization. Even when I met with the prof, she said remember the key images that we’ve done in this course. That means memorize the key images and their information in my brain, is this wrong? That’s honestly what happened in the last “quiz” which was actually not really a quiz because it was worth 25% the same as my midterm (crazy I know!). I memorized everything, but still managed to mess up. I remember after I handed in the test (of course, that’s how it always works out) that the period for the first question was Muromachi not Momoyama and that there was a year for the painting called Catching a Catfish with a Gourd (1413), but I put a period instead. With all that considered, I should get a pretty good mark. At least significantly better than what I got on the midterm.
Convocation isn’t that far away and I am stressed that I won’t know how to properly walk the stage, accept my degree, pin my robe, have my hat fall off and a whole list of horrible scenarios that could potentially happen. I hope that I can just watch my classmates and see what they do, following their lead. It is highly unlikely that I will be the first person called up, at least I hope that there will be a few people before me (I am the sixth letter of the alphabet…so…). I’m the kind of person who needs the information a few days ahead of time to process and practice in my head a couple times. I can’t do this the morning of. People ask me if I’m excited. To be honest, I’m terrified. Terrified of facing the real world. Terrified of getting another rejection letter from law school. There’s just so much to be scared about, but I keep telling myself just to take it one day at a time, just be calm and each day with take care of itself. Rome wasn’t built in a day and neither am I. I can’t become a lawyer overnight, but with practice and time, I will fulfill that dream.
Which leads me to another point: driving school. I honest to God don’t give a sh*t about driving! I don’t understand what the big deal is?! It’s my life, my choice whether or not I decide to drive. Yes, I understand that in emergency situations it’s necessary that I know how to drive, but right now I’m a student who has no money and doesn’t want waste the money I don’t have learning how to drive, taking a test to drive when I don’t even want to, register a car I won’t use, pay for overpriced gas, park in an atrociously expensive parking lot while I’m going to school. I’m sorry, what part of this sounds exciting? Sure I’ll have more freedom, but at what price? My sanity? Possibly, but probably not that extreme. I have many pet peeves and one of them is people ridiculing or scolding me because I don’t have a drivers’ licence. Have you ever heard of minding your own business and keeping your damn opinions to yourself. While I’m on pet peeves, something else that annoys me is the question: “Are you Chinese?” followed by “Why can’t/don’t you speak Chinese?” Firstly, yes I am Chinese. Being Chinese is not a prerequisite for speaking Chinese, plus how many hundred dialects are there? If I said yes and started speaking my minority dialect with you, you wouldn’t understand a word I was saying. So, yes, I can speak Chinese, not fluently and not in a dialect you’d understand, so don’t ask if I’m Chinese. Secondly, mind your own business. If I choose not to speak Chinese, it doesn’t mean that I can’t do it. I have the choice not to. I can just as easily tell you to learn English. This is Canada, not China, so learn to speak the [swear word] language. If I move to Italy or France or Spain, I have to learn Italian, French or Spanish. It can’t be an ignorant twat and refuse to learn it because it’s “too hard.” I know this sounds harsh because there are people who really aren’t capable of learning English for academic or other reasons and I don’t blame those people. It’s the people who have the opportunity and time to further educate themselves that refuse to do so that annoy me. Like today, a Polish client came into my work place and was outraged that the signs were not in English and French, our official languages and that instead, Chinese was printed on them. He proceeded to yell in Polish and Spanish to get his point across stating, if Chinese was being printed on the sign, why weren’t the other languages? I would have to agree with him there. If English AND French are our official languages, we should make an effort to learn them. I find it utterly ridiculous that documents sent up to the Alberta government written in French has to be translated prior to submission. I mean, come on, French is our official language. I don’t care that you can’t all read French, but someone should be able to up there and they should be allowing those documents. We are being as exclusionary as Quebec can be at times…its not always fair. Life isn’t fair. Neither are my stress levels at this point. Oh well, at least I got to rant and get some of this stuff off my chest.