when drunkenness is good (possibly part one in a series [g])

when it has you absolutely convinced that your tutorial is at 10am the following morning, so you get up, shower, etc., and as you're checking your e-mail before you leave, you see a confirmation from the professor that the thing is at 11.

so i won't be late, that's a good thing, right?  but what am i going to do with this free hour ...

blergh

again with a tutorial that went a lot better than i thought i had any right to expect.  i'd written an essay that i genuinely consider to be among the bottom-three worst papers i've ever written (description to Homegirl L and Son of a Preacher Man:  'no, seriously, it blew solid chunks'), and the professor said it was a generally fine essay that could just have benefitted from some more examples.

this is approximately the same thing the morphology prof said yesterday, only he framed it the other way:  'you come along to tutorials,' he said, 'and you say really interesting things and make really good points, but they don't ever find their way into your essays.  you could be the most brilliant student in the university, and nobody would know it because you're not writing any of it down.'  he said i should, in my essays, ask more questions.  i said i think i might have a sort of subconscious sense of not wanting to raise a question i can't answer in the same essay.  he said that may indeed be it, but i should get over it and stat.

fair enough.  so i need to give more examples and not be afraid to demonstrate that i don't actually know anything, and that will be better.

le sigh.  first:  a nap.