mothwing: A wanderer standing on a cliff, looking over a distant city (Book)
2010-06-09 09:10 pm

Finished!

I've had my last final exam today.

It went really, really well, much better than expected, especially considering all the things that went wrong with my final exams.

And it's over!

I'm going to be a teacher!

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mothwing: A wanderer standing on a cliff, looking over a distant city (Book)
2010-02-01 06:26 pm

Huh.

The set text for my exam were an excerpt from Room with a View, something I didn't even glance because the author was US American and I'm an anglist (turns out it was a quite interesting short story by a gay POC author on freedom), and The Solitary Reaper by Wordsworth.

William Wordsworth. Huh.

Obviously, given his popularity, I prepared pretty much everything BUT him.

Also, my professor is a big fan of texts being "very much concise and to the point", and I think that my 17-page, rambling, at times essayistic text quite cuts that. Gnaagh.

The Solitary Reaper
William Wordsworth

Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.

No Nightingale did ever chaunt
More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands:
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.

Will no one tell me what she sings?--
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again?

Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o'er the sickle bending;--
I listened, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill,
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.
mothwing: A wanderer standing on a cliff, looking over a distant city (Book)
2009-04-12 12:28 pm

My alma mater

I found a video (in German) on my uni. I love how they whine about the quality of the buildings in this video when there are things that make this uni much worse. Admittedly, the mould is quite disconcerting and the Anthropology course I once had in a smelly, damp room in an old basement with dark, wet spots on the walls where the plumbing was getting old was not much fun, but I'd have still gone with the course sizes (very large) and the course organisation (90min of bad student lectures, mostly).

mothwing: The Crest of Cackle's Academy from The Worst Witch TV series. (Work)
2009-03-26 05:21 pm

No snaps after all

According to the awesome staff at the exam registration office, they'll send the corrected title to my address ASAP. The person in charge of the registration phoned me soon after writing the mail - before I had seen his response, in fact, asked what the right title was going to be and apologised for the mistake.

Whoever copied the title can't know a lot about English literature or thought the title was intentional - and the mistake arose because, as he put it, "your examiner has beautiful handwriting, but sadly, it's not legible to anyone". They're going to change it now even though, as he said, he would have been more interested in a paper about snaps.

It's strange, because whenever I discussed signing up with other prospective teachers they kept telling horror stories on how unhelpful and unfriendly this particular person is supposed to be, but I have never experienced him anything other than very kind and extremely helpful. I also know that he is not a teacher nor, in fact, ever studied, so I can imagine him getting a lot of crap from students who think that they are superior to him, as it is not likely that anyone can have that many bad days. Huh.
mothwing: The Crest of Cackle's Academy from The Worst Witch TV series. (Work)
2009-03-21 07:33 pm

Tipsy Donne is not amused.

According to our exam registration office, the title of my final paper is [sic!]:

"Event and Performativity in John Donne's Snaps and Sonnets and Divine Poems".

Needless to say, the title should be, "Event and Performativity in John Donne's Songs and Sonnets and Divine Poems" - at least that's what my professor said he'd hand in, and I sincerely doubt he'd make such a big typo. I have no idea what's up with the random text style of the title, nor what the fuck "snaps and sonnets" are supposed to be, but I do know one thing: officially, titles can't be changed after they are handed in at the registration office, especially not once they are sent out.

So I might end up writing 60-80 pages on snaps, which, according to Wikipedia, is:

"a small shot of a strong alcoholic beverage taken during the course of a meal. A ritual that is associated with drinking snaps is a tradition in Scandinavia, especially in Sweden and in some cases Denmark."

Or, of course, the plural of snap:

"a pair of interlocking discs commonly used in place of buttons to fasten clothing. A circular lip under one disc fits into a groove on the top of the other, holding them fast until a certain amount of force is applied. Snap fasteners are often used in children's clothing, as they are relatively easy for youngsters to use."

I think I may need some snaps now...