| You are my sunshine ( @ 2005-09-26 20:15:00 |
| Current mood: | WHAT WHAT?! |
OH MY GOD I FAILED AN ENGLISH TEST. It's all like, 'when was Keats' most prolific year?' and I'm all like, 'hell if I know!' And it's all like, 'what year was the Peterloo massacre?' and I was all like, 'bitch, please, I don't even know what that is,' and then it's all like, 'define an endjambe' and I'm all like, 'whatev, I'm just going to skip to the essay section since I don't understand poetic devices.'
So the moral of the story is, I write a mean essay on creation/sex poetry, as well as the context of the supernatural as pertains to the gender roles of women during the Romantic era, but fuck if I understand the actual main points of my major.