Academia found me unsuitable.

I have always somewhat prided myself on my essay writing abilities, and held no worries facing the singular essay we were required to pass this year. That was right up until the night previous to the essay’s hand in which I could possibly admit to feeling slightly worried if not entirely stupid and dim-witted for putting it off for so very long with such boorish complacency.

I chose to do my essay on an image that I picked entirely at random, that of Jude Law in a masculine pose clad in Dunhill clothing. Luckily for me, the picture was crammed packed full of signifies that I could bleed dry to fill my 2,000 word count, creating one of the most boring and repetitive reads I have ever had the misfortune to create, and I’m sure Dr. Anna felt the same way for she had the misfortune of reading the monstrosity.

With a brief comparison to a vulgar, sexist advert for some masculine product, consisting of a scandalously clad lady in a compromising position, I managed to scrape together some half coherent argument that women are inherently submissive and we are doomed to live our days in the shadows of the man folk.

Unsurprisingly I managed to just scrape a pass, at an utterly humiliating 42%, which I only feel comfortable announcing on this site because I am fairly safe in my assumptions that no one would put spend their time reading my irrational ramblings on this dingy little website, no more than they’d have liked to have read my unconvincingly feminist essay. I’m sorry you had to read that.

Good night.

FLASH FLASH FLASH FLASH

We are in the mist of a 6 week course of flash lessons, without which I would have been completely and utterly lost. I hear a lot of our class complaining about the pace of the lessons, and calling them pointless, but I guess maybe they don’t have such an unbelievably loose grasp on the whole flash programme.

My only possible complaint is that I find it a seriously difficult staying awake after 5 o clock, actually, that’s rubbish, I find it difficult to not nap after lunch, but I have had to learn to live with that since I left play school. For me it would have been better organised to be on a Thursday or Friday morning, when I’m alert. But then I would have complained about having to come in for the morning, when it could have just as easily been on a Wednesday evening.

Maybe I just like complaining.