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.