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I LIKE SCHOOL
Nov. 27th, 2006 05:47 pmWhat You Can Do with a BA in English
-Leads to a Master's in English.
-Leads to a Doctorate in English.
-Leads to a career being an expert in only certain parts of the English language, literature, or application, and only in a certain era, making you rather eccentric and full of obscure conversation-killing one-liners at cocktail parties, like, "So, the British people consider themselves descendants of Alfred and Arthur... what's up with that?"
-Leads to being a consultant for StarGate: SG1 and knowing exactly which information they bent to work it into a plot.
-Leads to you meeting Terry Jones at dinner and getting his private email address... while getting very drunk, apparently.
In other words, you can become my Old English instructor who gives wicked extensions on essays and is just that cool. You can have wingback chairs in your office. I like wingback chairs.
In other words, I am in the time of hell, aka the two weeks of classes before a semester's end. I have projects coming out of my nose, I have traded breathing for homework, and I'be got a 5000 word essay due... next week. I am sleeping like crap, living on caffeine, and trying not to freeze my nubbins off in the sudden plummet into 'Hi, You Live in Canada and it is now Late November.'
If you see me, chase me away with a homework demon. I will run. Thank you for your understanding in my time of AAAAAAGH.
-Leads to a Master's in English.
-Leads to a Doctorate in English.
-Leads to a career being an expert in only certain parts of the English language, literature, or application, and only in a certain era, making you rather eccentric and full of obscure conversation-killing one-liners at cocktail parties, like, "So, the British people consider themselves descendants of Alfred and Arthur... what's up with that?"
-Leads to being a consultant for StarGate: SG1 and knowing exactly which information they bent to work it into a plot.
-Leads to you meeting Terry Jones at dinner and getting his private email address... while getting very drunk, apparently.
In other words, you can become my Old English instructor who gives wicked extensions on essays and is just that cool. You can have wingback chairs in your office. I like wingback chairs.
In other words, I am in the time of hell, aka the two weeks of classes before a semester's end. I have projects coming out of my nose, I have traded breathing for homework, and I'be got a 5000 word essay due... next week. I am sleeping like crap, living on caffeine, and trying not to freeze my nubbins off in the sudden plummet into 'Hi, You Live in Canada and it is now Late November.'
If you see me, chase me away with a homework demon. I will run. Thank you for your understanding in my time of AAAAAAGH.
