Thoughts from the Post-Scriptum

i'm full of piss and vinegar this week.

my tutorials are frustrating the living crap out of me.

i've made myself available, i've encouraged them to bring me their draft essays for reviews and revisions, i even offered extra office hours for people who couldn't make it during my office hours. all said and done i've have five students out of fifty bring me their stuff, two of those students didn't even need my help so much as they needed to hear they were on the right track.

i'm taking a class in another department, i thought it would be a really cool theory mixed with practice course and its turning out to be the sesame street version of academic work. i sit there for three hours and wonder why the hell i didn't take visual culture with my thesis supervisor as originally planned. the project is coming aong nicely though so i should be happy about that, but if i wanted a creative degree i would be in an MFA program. this is bullshit.

i totally want to run away from home curl up and just take a nap whilst completely ignoring all the grown-up things i don't want to do. the self-destructive parts of me wants to consume large amounts of red-wine, chocolate croissants and smoke a pack of gauloise cigarettes.... mmmm, it sounds heavenly!