Revenge of the fifth?
And my DVD's still haven't arrived! Wah wah!
Did a presentation about social networking today on my OWN (partner was in an exam). Did okay actually. No breakdowns. Speaking of, apparently a kid was having a spaz the other day before his exam, refusing to go in etc and they had to get his parents in. I LOL but I suppose I shouldn't. Hope he's awyt now.
What else? Oh yes, RIP Claude Choules. 110 years old. Whenever I hear stories like that, I always wonder if I'd like to live that long.
Like the woman who they got who went to the last Olympic games in Greece in the 1800's. She'd lived through 3 centuries. And Harry Patch, who always reminds me of Belgium and our year 8 trip there.
The term is ending soon and though we know it, no-one's getting upset over it or anything. I think prom's the last time we'll see everyone. Which may be quite sad. I will miss my friends when I go uni (hopefully everything will run smoothly). But it's not like I'm dying. Don't get it when people cry everywhere. You come home etc. It's not prison or like the old days when people walked everywhere (Tess) or got carriages (Alec) or traps (Angel).
Bit of wider reading coming in there. Need to finish my essays and shit actually. How great. And the library printer rejected me today. Was quite upset actually (not).
So yes, maybe this is a good way of exploring intertextuality. 'A powerful part of Tess of the D'Ubervilles comes when Alec likens himself to the devil in John Milton's Paradise Lost as he compares himself to the snake that tempts Eve. The implication that Eve is Tess is an example of how women were idealised in the 19th century, just as Eve was when the world began'.
And so on and so forth.
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