the real thing
Now I'm a jack of no trades, but a master of arts. I suppose it does sound/feel a bit different. Wasn't really waiting agog for news, but when the Board of Examiners (aka Board of Butchers) decided to spare my life, it was a relief. Our pursuit of degrees is an odd thing, and when the media is advertising so much about the importance of education, and getting this degree, getting that certificate, etc., it sounds utterly bizarre. However, I cannot think of anything more interesting than literature. For me personally, the sound of words put together, the hidden meanings behind each speaker and the significance of texts within contexts is something worth thinking about. Added to that is my fascination with our devilish human minds, constantly being reminded to be good. True kindness is rare, but I believe in the existence of an ideal. Moreover, I cannot think of any period of time more enchanting than the Renaissance. To sum up, Romanticists get on my nerves, moderns are dry, medievalists can't write properly, OK, I'm inviting attacks now. UK is an awesome place to study Renaissance English lit. For one, I enjoy old-school close text reading; holding a smelly, yellowish and fragile book published in the 17th century is quite different from merely digging into secondary literature. THe UCL English Department is a cool institute located in a dim, shit hole building across from the dazzling high tech science library. In it are the nation's best media whores, serious learned academics. My supervisor is a jolly middle-aged fellow who insists on the authenticity of Shakespeare's works. All this being my only choice, I cannot think otherwise. Shall get off the soapbox now.