Yippie, so fucking what.
I have received numbers on paper indicating an adequate amount of dedication and knowledge about American history, literature and Post-colonial literature (well, only the latter's been graded yet) to receive a certificate allowing me to help others try to proove enough knowledge to be allowed to pursue other interests. I am felling utterly useless about it.
All them great thoughts of the paradoxes of post colonial times, horrors and wonders of history and everything reduced to a number, in essence rendering it all unimportant to me, I've prooven my knowledge of it, and for the sounds of things, we're done with it. And the number I received had little to do with my understanding of the greater issues I fear.
"bollox to it all" in forum speak, "Oh, the vanity" in posh speak I guess
Really, I want to sob along to Kim Larsen, going "Lost In Emptiness dum da dum da dum da dada dum da dum"...remembering hopeless last lines of Gatsby, thinking indeed "So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past", aware of the fact I'm treassuring the freedom from empty care.
Probably ain't going to do a thing about it for a while, until I truly realise there was only ever one day, pity me...
EDIT: Only petty gramma issues and stuff
I have received numbers on paper indicating an adequate amount of dedication and knowledge about American history, literature and Post-colonial literature (well, only the latter's been graded yet) to receive a certificate allowing me to help others try to proove enough knowledge to be allowed to pursue other interests. I am felling utterly useless about it.
All them great thoughts of the paradoxes of post colonial times, horrors and wonders of history and everything reduced to a number, in essence rendering it all unimportant to me, I've prooven my knowledge of it, and for the sounds of things, we're done with it. And the number I received had little to do with my understanding of the greater issues I fear.
"bollox to it all" in forum speak, "Oh, the vanity" in posh speak I guess
Really, I want to sob along to Kim Larsen, going "Lost In Emptiness dum da dum da dum da dada dum da dum"...remembering hopeless last lines of Gatsby, thinking indeed "So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past", aware of the fact I'm treassuring the freedom from empty care.
Probably ain't going to do a thing about it for a while, until I truly realise there was only ever one day, pity me...
EDIT: Only petty gramma issues and stuff