This just in: I got my first paper back last night, and I got a B on it. Dr. Kilgore said I was "a bit rambling and impressionistic" in my analyses. Imagine that! Oh, well, I guess that's still a pretty decent grade. I shouldn't be so hard on myself!
In more important news, the GOP is wigging out over the more-than-likely confirmation of Sonia Sotomayor, who would be the first Hispanic on the U.S. Supreme Court. Repubs are having a field day with Sotomayor's "wise Latina" remark, which they claim reflects racial bias, and her alleged liberal agenda. Just like with so much else nowadays, I think it's a whole lot of media hype.
Speaking of media hype, we're studying the life and writings of playboy aristocrat/radical politician/darkly Romantic poet George Gordon a.k.a. Lord Byron (1788-1824) in class this week. Dr. K likened the 19th-century buzz surrounding Byron-- a notorious rake, rogue, and rambler-- to the media hype that surrounds celebrities such as Michael Jackson. (Byron even reportedly had a thing for little boys.) Interestingly, for all his accomplishments, wealth, and fame, Byron died miserable at age 36. In fact, his poem "On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year (1824)" is practically a cry for help/suicide note. Perhaps Byron's biggest literary accomplishment was his creation of the Byronic hero character. A Byronic hero is an anti-hero. That is, he isn't necessarily a bad person and has some redeeming qualities but is flawed, strange, narcissistic, and deeply troubled. Talk about art imitating life!
BTW, I found out today that I will more than likely be getting some more work at the radio station come September. What a relief!
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