I woke up late and got up later. Back to insomnia it looks like.
Modernism. Faulkner. That guy is weird. I guess he's known for his long run-on sentences that you have to go back and read twice to know what's going on. That makes the book twice as long. But I started it today. I can't see myself finishing it before the exam. It'll be okay though. Anyway, it's a metafiction--a fiction about fiction. Faulkner doesn't care about a story itself but about the art of storytelling. It makes reading difficult. Thursday--the last day of this class--is all about race in this book, "Absalom, Absalom!" In the very second paragraph there's this: "grouped behind him his band of wild niggers like beasts half tamed to walk upright like men, in attitudes wild and reposed..." Yeah. It's going to be a great read.
Myth and Poetry was all about ancient sport poetry. It was not a great lecture. This was the first time I've been really bored by the teacher. I don't think there was that much to say so he dragged it out with umms and repeating himself. That's okay though. One out of 17 aint bad.
My debit card was not in the mail today either. If it's not tomorrow either...freak out time. My roommate printed off my boarding passes for me a little bit ago though. I'll be in Spain in 3 days!
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