Sunday, September 25, 2011
You know you shouldn't be wasting time on a Blog Post darling- you have 2 essays to write in 8 days, during which time there is the Brownlow Medal count, and a Grand Final, or "Granny". You also have to attend lectures, do your readings, submit an online quiz... come on luvvy, you are only human and why do you think you have all the time in the world to just blab on and on and on and on and on?
god I'm really craving a good go at a Scrabble Board or Words with Friends by Zynga or something.... crave it like I used to crave sex really... but that's another sad, sad story and we won't go there... not right now anyway...
Look you're writing a damn fine essay, your lecturer thinks you're fantastic, wants to offer you a scholarship in Computer studies or some such bullish, (as if) and anyway, you KNOW this particular piece does not have to have the "Knock-em-dead" power that the Anthropology one does, (Scares the pants off me it does.) This time next week I should be a piece of blubbering poo...
god I'm really craving a good go at a Scrabble Board or Words with Friends by Zynga or something.... crave it like I used to crave sex really... but that's another sad, sad story and we won't go there... not right now anyway...
Look you're writing a damn fine essay, your lecturer thinks you're fantastic, wants to offer you a scholarship in Computer studies or some such bullish, (as if) and anyway, you KNOW this particular piece does not have to have the "Knock-em-dead" power that the Anthropology one does, (Scares the pants off me it does.) This time next week I should be a piece of blubbering poo...
Monday, September 19, 2011
New Horizons
I neglect to write, and it does me no good!
I am torn between sharing my life and not sharing it- there is a part of me that is a very private person- but I am often having imaginary conversations about things in my my head anyway... so why not write them down? Maybe I will get the feedback I long for...
Ok, so what is happening?... I am now in the last three units of my degree, and what a wonderful feeling it has been, knowing that it is about to be finished- fancy Briar actually finishing something for once! I have also felt a bit lost, bereft and without aim not knowing what the future holds for me, once I have finished.
I have briefly looked into and toyed with the idea of doing further studies.
I kept that idea in my head, and then had some things dawn on me over the last week or so...
I have undertaken an essay in one of my favourite subjects, Philosophy, on other favourite subjects, Films and Literature. I have also rediscovered a love for writing and reading about such things. And an ability I had forgotten and neglected.
I had seriously considered a future in studying/teaching History- I am also passionate about this, particularly where it pertains to the History of Aboriginal peoples in the colonised Pacific, including Australia and New Zealand. This is what this blog is supposed to be about, to a degree. I specifically wanted this to relate what I found out about Histories of food and food cultures. I am still very interested in this, but as you can see I haven't made one single step further in this regard.
Anyway, while these ideas about History/Food/culture remain on the back burner, I am pursuing the idea of doing an MA in Writing and Literature, as Coursework. (as opposed to Research).
I have taken a huge step, and have made an appointment to speak to a past lecturer of mine, in itself a scary thing for me, and have spilled my guts to him in and in turn received some very positive feedback. I was in one of my very fired-up, enthusiastic and full-of-hope manias. I have now sent an email to a person responsible for this course, to ask for information. I am making steps toward committing myself to this path. Further study. Brainy Briar. It used to be my nickname. I was initially really excited. Could I really be fulfilling a long-held dream of mine to immerse further in academic study, and see it through to it's end? could I be a published author? lecturer? speaker? It seemed too good to be true, just to me, to hear that the possibilities were real and achievable.
Today, however, I am full of trepidation. I am full of self-doubt. I am seriously wondering who am I trying to kid? What makes me think I can do this?
The Lecturer said he believed I could. I really am trying to believe I can. I just doubt I can.
I am not satisfied with the idea of "just a degree", but I also wonder if I am as good as I dream about being.
I am torn between sharing my life and not sharing it- there is a part of me that is a very private person- but I am often having imaginary conversations about things in my my head anyway... so why not write them down? Maybe I will get the feedback I long for...
Ok, so what is happening?... I am now in the last three units of my degree, and what a wonderful feeling it has been, knowing that it is about to be finished- fancy Briar actually finishing something for once! I have also felt a bit lost, bereft and without aim not knowing what the future holds for me, once I have finished.
I have briefly looked into and toyed with the idea of doing further studies.
I kept that idea in my head, and then had some things dawn on me over the last week or so...
I have undertaken an essay in one of my favourite subjects, Philosophy, on other favourite subjects, Films and Literature. I have also rediscovered a love for writing and reading about such things. And an ability I had forgotten and neglected.
I had seriously considered a future in studying/teaching History- I am also passionate about this, particularly where it pertains to the History of Aboriginal peoples in the colonised Pacific, including Australia and New Zealand. This is what this blog is supposed to be about, to a degree. I specifically wanted this to relate what I found out about Histories of food and food cultures. I am still very interested in this, but as you can see I haven't made one single step further in this regard.
Anyway, while these ideas about History/Food/culture remain on the back burner, I am pursuing the idea of doing an MA in Writing and Literature, as Coursework. (as opposed to Research).
I have taken a huge step, and have made an appointment to speak to a past lecturer of mine, in itself a scary thing for me, and have spilled my guts to him in and in turn received some very positive feedback. I was in one of my very fired-up, enthusiastic and full-of-hope manias. I have now sent an email to a person responsible for this course, to ask for information. I am making steps toward committing myself to this path. Further study. Brainy Briar. It used to be my nickname. I was initially really excited. Could I really be fulfilling a long-held dream of mine to immerse further in academic study, and see it through to it's end? could I be a published author? lecturer? speaker? It seemed too good to be true, just to me, to hear that the possibilities were real and achievable.
Today, however, I am full of trepidation. I am full of self-doubt. I am seriously wondering who am I trying to kid? What makes me think I can do this?
The Lecturer said he believed I could. I really am trying to believe I can. I just doubt I can.
I am not satisfied with the idea of "just a degree", but I also wonder if I am as good as I dream about being.
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