Sitting in the library at the moment, and it’s dark. This is because nobody who works here has turned on the lights, because they are all on strike. The library is a cold, dark and silent place today. Not much change there, then.
It’s a bit annoying to be honest, as I keep falling asleep/daydreaming/listening to the soundtrack of ‘The Notebook’ whilst gazing out of the window/sleeping. This darkness in no way is going to help me to write my 4000 word essay on ‘the plain sense of things’ regarding Elizabeth Bishop and William Carlos Williams. That’s what I am supposed to be doing instead of sending snapchats and writing this.
Sometimes I feel like I should just be given the grade – I know there is a first class degree inside me somewhere. Why can’t my tutors see this and reward me anyway, regardless of my inability to reference and ‘cohere’.
How can an essay ‘cohere’ though? If my tutors want to see my point of view in my essays, why can’t they have a sneaky-peak here on my blog, then they will definitely get to see my side of view. Instead I have to structure everything ‘coherently’ to the point where my entire essay has a sense of static-ness about it. What happened to stream of consciousness writing?! What happened to freedom of speech?! Why can’t I swear in my essays? William Carlos Williams you cheeky bugger.