So as it turns out, I have not missed the deadline for completing my student teaching paperwork, and may actually be able to do it in the fall instead of the spring. I have not decided if this is a good or a bad thing. I would love to get this out of the way. I only have two classes left (one during the summer) so, hypothetically, I could graduate before next Christmas. On the other hand, the extra semester of working full time to save money would be extraordinarily helpful for getting through those months. Life is EXPENSIVE.
My semester is nearly finished, and so the level of work has also increased. I don’t know if I have mentioned many details about it here, and am far too lazy to check, but I am finishing my literature degree requirements by working on my seminar paper and presentation. Bored to death of writing feminist critiques of things, I decided to compare the use of poetry in Long Day’s Journey Into Night with its use in August: Osage County. I cannot emphasize enough what a pleasure August: Osage County was to read.
The project is actually somewhat more difficult than I anticipated, from a research standpoint. I never expected to find much written about Letts’s play, but really, Long Day’s Journey Into Night was written in 1941, produced in 1956, and has a whole act that consists almost entirely of characters shouting poetry at one another. I had rather expected more people to write about it. I will likely end up doing some research about the background of some of the poets and the general mores of modernist drama in the 40′s and 50′s and the Elliot-esque tendency some modernists had to Allude to As Many Smart People Things As Possible Because I Am Better Than You, and then writing the bulk of the paper as nothing but my own analysis. I’m told that despite the lack of criticism to corroborate my own ideas, this is a good thing, because then I could publish the paper. Certainly nobody much has written about August: Osage County at any rate. I don’t know if it will be good enough to publish, but I appreciate that my professors believe it will be.
One good thing about hypothetically finishing in only one more semester: I could write again. I miss it desperately. I never get to concentrate on anything anymore, because I only have time to work on school projects instead of creative ones, or lack the energy at the end of the day to work on either. It will be nice to get out of school and get a job that can support me, to move out and into an apartment by myself and have a real life. As far as I ever manage to have one, anyway.
Anyway, other things of note: despite my anguish over the PAPAs, I seem to have done well. I get my official score report tomorrow, though, so we’ll see. Some friends and I also decided to try our hands at gardening, so on Saturday, Tess and I are headed to Home Depot to badger people with questions and get enough tools, plants and seeds to get started. I don’t know how this new hobby will jive with my enduring horror of wasps, but we’ll see. Maybe I’ll blog about the learning curve.