So it's a bit of a pickle. But not so tough or sour or too briny I can't bite into it. I have other options. There's the notes I thankfully took last Friday. Plus, (like I said above) there's the intellect this semester's trying to pry from me. What do I mean? Well, the professor's said we could develop our own grief model.
So guess what I'm going to do? *singsong voice* Based on whichever experience--either the replacement of my old and favorite wheelchair by the Rainbow Serpent or Grannie's death--I choose, I'll adapt a model from my notes and make my own in reference to my "grief" over whichever experience the paper ends up being about. Thus, the using of my intellect. So, that's what I'm a-doing today. Tomorrow will be zee actual writing. I'm thinking I'll write the experience first then apply the model to it.
I'm not upset with this, as I agree with what she writes some of the time, but at the same time she's emphatic about the page limit. However, our first critical paper--a review of or a more in-depth observation about a recurring theme we see in our readings--is coming up in two weeks time. It'll be 5-7 pages long so I'll have more space to elaborate on whatever topic I choose. Hopefully, I'll be able to get things right there. My only problem now is finding a topic. LOL... And once again my intellect is going to be tested.
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Man's mind stretched to a new idea never goes back to its original dimensions.
~Oliver Wendell Holmes~
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