5th SPOC Year, Last English Tute

Hmm, I don't know if I'm just getting old or just lacking enthusiasm.

Had a meeting with my supervisor today about my research essay, which is going surprisingly well, especially when compared to the one due tomorrow...yes, I should be working on it. I think it was all that reading I did early on in semester. This is probably a good sign for my Honours next year, not so good for the other assignments awaiting my attention.

The meeting ran a little overtime, so I was slightly late to a lecture, which turned out profitable as I finally got the handouts from several weeks ago. Handy for the class test next week.

Blustery conditions made waiting for a 5 minute feedback session on my 30 minute presentation a bit chilly, but a made a little headway with the Old Norse I was supposed to have read by yesterday. My presentation was apparently well-measured, but somewhat inaudiable (I knew I forgot to project properly) and a bit dense in the content department. I guess pitching at the right level is sometimes hard to judge, or maybe I just get carried away. Not everyone is interested in Aboriginal firing of the Australian landscape from 60,000 years ago. Probably not interested in vegetation changes either. Strange people; it's fascinating stuff after all.

Last English tute of my degree. This is good and kind of sad in a way. I have quite enjoyed them of late years. In small classes, I get enough opportunity to talk so they are quite fun. We talked a lot about Old Norse and other cultures' mythologies, which is another pet interest of mine. Odin is a damned tricky bastard. And despite Loki's notoriety, he's got a certain charm. Probably shouldn't get me started on the notion of order vs. chaos in mythological cosmology. My reading and rereading of L.E. Modesitt Jr.'s work has so influenced my views on this issue, that only a knowledge of his Recluce saga would allow anyone to make any sense of what I'm saying. To my knowledge, in my acquaintance (correct me if I'm wrong), only one of my sisters has had the temerity and courage to trawl through Modesitt's work. I can say it's well worth the effort. But I think I'll leave literary review for another time.

Last event for the day was the SPOC get-to-know-you BBQ. Most of the people are still sprouts, but I suppose that to most people, I'm still a spring chick myself. Doing the whole introducing myself and trying to remember other people's names is old hat by now, but once again, I was reminded of how easy it is (for me, at least) to make quick, gut decisions about people I meet and know whether or not I'll get along with them for the long haul. My intuition scares me sometimes.

Well, I do need to work on an essay now. This blogging business is kind of interesting - good warm up for writing other things. I think this could become habitual. I wonder if anyone will even read this.