“Be specific” were the words that kept rolling out of my lecturers’ mouths today when I went to see two of them about the essays I had just gotten back.
“Be specific”. Sure, right. How, exactly? Apparently, that’s what makes a good English Literature student – finding that out yourself. On the bright side, I was praised for my titles. *thumbs up* Whether the same can be applied about the title of this post, well…
So I now have to plough through two essays, re-editing what I had written so far to, well, be more specific. I’ll see how I get on with that. I partly wish lecturers could just shout and rant and tell me what I need to do to improve my essays. Though, that will never happen, too many complaints, I think. They’re just too nice about it all, beating around the bush to be friendly. So unlike my parents…
On another note: had a bit of a Matrix moment today walking back from campus. I was just walking minding my own business, when a boy / man (I don’t know really), with some fetching sunglasses glided past me. As he did so, he did the whole turning the face slowly to look at mine – as if that wasn’t creepy enough, it was as if he had the whole slow motion effect going on too. Reminded me of Agent Smith, naturally. It was the sunglasses, and the creepy slow turning of the head as if it was moving separately from the rest of his body. Disturbing, to say the least.
Back to boring reality: I now have to plough through Don DeLillo’s White Noise, should be interesting enough, from what I’ve read from Wikipedia – the source of all students’ knowledge, no matter how much they deny it. Whatever happened before the internet arrived, I have no idea.
On that note, I shall go and start reading.