Rambly Disconnected Things
Oct. 25th, 2005 03:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
annundrielWhen e-mailing professors I am finding it increasingly difficult not to pepper my messages with smiley, or frowny, faces and action indicators (or whatever they're called). Only a few minutes ago, I wanted to put ::blush:: in a message. And, well, this is not academic and would be very weird.
Wonder what the professors would do?
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I have the sinking suspicion that I am the worst English Major *ever*. Didn't go to class today. Feeling yucky. Doubt I missed anything though.
However, in Philosophy Dr. Berry awarded me the participation award for the day. I win! Not that it's an actual award, but yea! I got kind of excited and talkative during the seminar session concerning Foucault while she was working with our group. I was insightful. Go me. (I feel like I'm twelve when I get excited over professors' praise. I like being told that I'm doing just fine. Apparently when I was in kindergarten I used to go up to my teacher to make sure I was coloring properly.)
The second half of today's class was seminar discussion on Herculine Barbin: Being the Recently Discovered Memoirs of a Nineteenth-Century French Hermaphrodite. Very interesting reading. Camille (Herculine/Alexina/Abel) was raised as a girl until the age of 21 when she challenged her sex. At which point she was declared a man. He lived until the age of 29/30, at which point he committed suicide. The memoirs were written around the age of 25.
I found that though I enjoyed the reading, and found the author interesting and intriguing, I couldn't like her. However, once she became he, I found I liked him much more. Mostly this had to do with the voice, the style of writing. The whole first half of the reading there were an amazing amount of exclamation points! (It is raining today! The sky is gray! I skipped class! This makes me feel guilty even though I feel like crap! ! !) And then I realized *why* it bothered me. It reads like the diary of a 13 year old girl. (Like the ones you find on-line where nothing is spelled or capitalized correctly and the grammar is so scary you fear for the fate of the UNIVERSE.) But there is a point where that all changes and at that point, I found I enjoyed the voice and really felt for him.
It's a book written by a 25 year old man about his experiences as a 13 year old girl. Fascinating stuff. Next we read Foucault's History of Sexuality.
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I keep filling up my MP3 player. There's room now, but I've already got things I want to put on it and little else I want to take off. With my CD habits I should have realized I'd have this problem. What's a girl to do?
Wonder what the professors would do?
*
I have the sinking suspicion that I am the worst English Major *ever*. Didn't go to class today. Feeling yucky. Doubt I missed anything though.
However, in Philosophy Dr. Berry awarded me the participation award for the day. I win! Not that it's an actual award, but yea! I got kind of excited and talkative during the seminar session concerning Foucault while she was working with our group. I was insightful. Go me. (I feel like I'm twelve when I get excited over professors' praise. I like being told that I'm doing just fine. Apparently when I was in kindergarten I used to go up to my teacher to make sure I was coloring properly.)
The second half of today's class was seminar discussion on Herculine Barbin: Being the Recently Discovered Memoirs of a Nineteenth-Century French Hermaphrodite. Very interesting reading. Camille (Herculine/Alexina/Abel) was raised as a girl until the age of 21 when she challenged her sex. At which point she was declared a man. He lived until the age of 29/30, at which point he committed suicide. The memoirs were written around the age of 25.
I found that though I enjoyed the reading, and found the author interesting and intriguing, I couldn't like her. However, once she became he, I found I liked him much more. Mostly this had to do with the voice, the style of writing. The whole first half of the reading there were an amazing amount of exclamation points! (It is raining today! The sky is gray! I skipped class! This makes me feel guilty even though I feel like crap! ! !) And then I realized *why* it bothered me. It reads like the diary of a 13 year old girl. (Like the ones you find on-line where nothing is spelled or capitalized correctly and the grammar is so scary you fear for the fate of the UNIVERSE.) But there is a point where that all changes and at that point, I found I enjoyed the voice and really felt for him.
It's a book written by a 25 year old man about his experiences as a 13 year old girl. Fascinating stuff. Next we read Foucault's History of Sexuality.
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I keep filling up my MP3 player. There's room now, but I've already got things I want to put on it and little else I want to take off. With my CD habits I should have realized I'd have this problem. What's a girl to do?
