The Conduct of Life
(or why I now hate English 102)
I've spent the last two days staring at blank word document trying to write a comparison paper for my English class.
Don't get me wrong - I love to write, if that writing is me, sitting here doing a blog post. You know, my mind is free to think about what it wants, I can type at will, no special formatting, no works cited. You get the idea here, right?
I hate writing when I have to write about something that doesn't interest me. at.all. zilch. nothing doing with this play. Seriously, I couldn't find one good thing about it. The paper was supposed to be about the play "The Conduct of Life" by Maria Irene Fornes. hated it. I know, hate is a strong word, but really, that's all I got.
And I didn't even hate the play because it took place in the 80's and some punk had the nerve to say he wasn't alive then. Which made me feel old - but now that I think about it, he probably was, right?? Everyone say 'yes' even if it's a lie.....
I hated the play because it showed women in a bad light. I'm not super Mrs. Uber Feminist or anything, but I think women are much stronger and less well, self centered, than shown here. If you love this play or by chance are the actual Maria Irene Fornes, I hope I didn't hurt your feelings. But I can't sugar coat.
It took me forever to figure out how to set my margins. The last time I took an English class I typed it up on a typewriter. No lie. And that was a college class - so think about that for a minute. Laugh at how old I really am. It's ok, I don't mind. Then I realized halfway through that there was only supposed to be one space at the end of each sentence. One - really? When did that happen? Geez, so back through the whole think I go to make sure there is only one space.
Four pages. This is a gray area - four full pages, or enough that you have something written on the fourth page? Hmm I'm really hoping the latter because I only managed to get like half of the fourth page with anything on it. And I really need her to read it so I can know where I went wrong. And she won't if it's not long enough.
So, now you know, why I hate English 102. When does the semester end again?
Until next time ~ Kris
I've spent the last two days staring at blank word document trying to write a comparison paper for my English class.
Don't get me wrong - I love to write, if that writing is me, sitting here doing a blog post. You know, my mind is free to think about what it wants, I can type at will, no special formatting, no works cited. You get the idea here, right?
I hate writing when I have to write about something that doesn't interest me. at.all. zilch. nothing doing with this play. Seriously, I couldn't find one good thing about it. The paper was supposed to be about the play "The Conduct of Life" by Maria Irene Fornes. hated it. I know, hate is a strong word, but really, that's all I got.
And I didn't even hate the play because it took place in the 80's and some punk had the nerve to say he wasn't alive then. Which made me feel old - but now that I think about it, he probably was, right?? Everyone say 'yes' even if it's a lie.....
I hated the play because it showed women in a bad light. I'm not super Mrs. Uber Feminist or anything, but I think women are much stronger and less well, self centered, than shown here. If you love this play or by chance are the actual Maria Irene Fornes, I hope I didn't hurt your feelings. But I can't sugar coat.
It took me forever to figure out how to set my margins. The last time I took an English class I typed it up on a typewriter. No lie. And that was a college class - so think about that for a minute. Laugh at how old I really am. It's ok, I don't mind. Then I realized halfway through that there was only supposed to be one space at the end of each sentence. One - really? When did that happen? Geez, so back through the whole think I go to make sure there is only one space.
Four pages. This is a gray area - four full pages, or enough that you have something written on the fourth page? Hmm I'm really hoping the latter because I only managed to get like half of the fourth page with anything on it. And I really need her to read it so I can know where I went wrong. And she won't if it's not long enough.
So, now you know, why I hate English 102. When does the semester end again?
Until next time ~ Kris
It gets better. Maybe not a lot =) but it does get better.
ReplyDeleteI too find it so difficult to write when I'm not interested in the topic. Good luck! You'll get the hang of it. :)
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xoxo
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