Sick

I’m sick for the second time in a month.  It’s pretty unbelievably awesome.  In the completely un-awesome sort of way.

I had plans in my diary (date book) to go to a play with Faye and some other MA students.  I still plan to go, but I feel pretty awful.  Furthermore, I don’t really want to make everyone else sick and distract everyone with my persistent coughing filled with phlegmy goodness.

Since I’ve started my course, I haven’t been particularly social, since technically I’m part of a group of three and the medievalists apparently marginalize themselves (or are marginalized) within the English department.  I met Faye during the induction week and haven’t really seen much of her since.  I blame this solely on the fact that the medievalists have no opportunity to interact with others.

Although, I went to a dissertation workshop that included some early modern students.  (Or, more accurately, an early modernist dissertation workshop that included the three medievalists because some other period had to subsume us and early modern was the closest.)  That life-sapping two hours was enough to convince me that I don’t really like some MA students.  At all.  I won’t delve into it here, but suffice it to say it had something to do with an amateur grammar nazi sounding foolish, offering criticism when criticism was not called for and not even accurate.

Also, I hate undergraduates.  A lot.  Mostly the ones that stand around in the hallways after their lectures, blocking them completely and then looking at you as if you are invading their space as you push past them muttering obscenities under your breath, suppressing the impulse to push with a bit more aggressive force.  Every. Day.

Okay, so basically I haven’t made any friends because I’m incorrigible.  And there you have it.

Oh yeah, and I guess I should mention my wedding-planning weekend.  It went pretty well.  I’d say we got everything in order.  I like how laid-back our wedding is going to be.  Nevertheless, I’m finding it difficult talking to people about the wedding.  New people, that is.  When people find out that I’m getting married, they react in the usual manner.  “Oh, that’s so exciting!” “I bet you’re so excited!” et cetera.  I am excited, sure, but it’s just not that big of a deal.  When I say, “Yeah . . . I guess,” I get that weird look that’s difficult to describe.  That look that reads, “Why aren’t you speaking in a high-pitched voice whilst gushing about the details of the place cards you’re having custom made for $400?”  So when I say, “We’re getting married partly because of political reasons,” I get a look that reads, “. . . ?”  So when I say, “I don’t feel that getting married legitimizes my relationship in any way, so, at the end of the day, it’s just not that big of a deal,” I get a look that makes me feel like a serial puppy killer.

Wow, I really do sound incorrigible.

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2 comments

  1. Dani · October 28, 2008

    Reading your blog makes me feel a little better about my own situation with my boyfriend, because when I go over to Wales next year we’re going to reach an impasse: he goes or stays, and let’s be honest, he probably can’t go unless we get married and then he gets a student dependent visa. So, I’m feeling you on the whole political thing. Although I want my wedding to be special, sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. At the end of the day, it’s just a legal technicality, right? And no indication of the true scope of your relationship; as if we needed a piece of paper to legitimize our devotion! Regardless, it’s still exciting! 😉

    What do you mean you’re a group of three? Three in your program? Are medievalists typically antisocial? I didn’t think I was 🙂 Introverted, perhaps, but that’s not the same thing.

    Hope you feel better soon!

  2. risschris · October 29, 2008

    Yeah, I’m in a group of three medievalists. This is in comparison to the, say, 20 early modernists or the 40 1850-present students. I’d say that the three of us were specially hand-picked, so we’re doing an MA due to our further academic aspirations rather than just because we didn’t know what else to do with life. It’s hard to make friends with people in other programs, because they’re already all friends with each other since they’re in such big groups.

    I think I’m a little bit introverted and a little bit antisocial. Especially because of my epic month of sickness.

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