Have I already mentioned that this is a horrible semester? This is a most horrible semester indeed. The introduction of the new degree programmes has resulted in chaos and confusion. The registration day alone was – oh my gosh – awful beyond words. It was like Ragnarök. (Without the giant snake.) (And, of course, nobody spoke Norse and the sun didn’t get eaten either.)
I’m trying to push my PhD thesis along, but sometimes it seems as if I were moving along at a snail’s pace. A few days ago it took me the whole afternoon to write one measly paragraph on metafiction. Duh.
The only good thing is that the people in my Gaskell seminar seem to be really motivated. At least lots of them participated in the in-class discussion on Monday. Yay! But on the other hand, the people in my history course (yes, it’s the “From the Ice Age to Maggie Thatcher in 9 Weeks” again) don’t seem to get my jokes. (Or they’re still exhausted after all the fighting at Ragnarök. Who knows?)