I just finished my essay on Evelina.
It was meant to be about how the author used social satire and to what effect, but it just turned into an essay about the treatment of women. Like every other essay I've ever done. This really isn't my fault, it just seemed like women were treated like crap for a while and it is good essay fodder.
Only two more essays and one exam to go before the end of my degree.
It pisses me off that I can't graduate with my friends. Because I do Drama and English I have to graduate with the Drama students, who for the most part are obnoxiously loud and annoying and fighting for every piece of attention.
I won't get to have a picture in my cap and gown with all my buddies :( moan moan moan.
People in Libya don't know what hell is.
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