Why My Life Is Currently Seventh Level Of Suckage, by Raven aged nineteen and a quarter.
1. EXAMS. Are horrendous and have not even started; whilst people at other universities seem to have not only finished theirs but had time to plan lazy jaunts to tropical climes in meantime, mine do not even begin for five days. I have spent ridiculous amounts of time in libraries, reading rooms, huddled away over books away from sun, and in true Socratic fashion have discovered that all I know is that I know nothing. Jesusgod. Nothing at all. Am faced with past papers of Doom. ("Do you know you are reading this question?", "Is morality demanding?", I don't know leave me alone ohmygod.) In fight between them and me, past papers winning by mile. (Have added link to them in LJ sidebar as concession to my rational self.)
2. REVISION CLASSES OMG. They are awful. First of all they are either at 9am or 7pm or else in the middle of the day so cannot do work before or after, and second of all they are always advertised as wonderful drop-in surgery-type-things where all your problems concerning exam technique will be solved in an instant, but in practice are two-hour sessions of boys talking over each other whilst hammering one tiny miniscule omg I don't care infimitesmal point into the ground. (Case in point: today's class, meant to be on political theory in general ended up as two hours on fucking conception of exercise concept self-realisation in republican freedom ohgod who cares.)
Also: BOYS. I hate them indiscriminately. Every revision class (or tutorial, recently) features boys, because they are not boys but MEN, omg, they are MEN, and they have TESTOSTERONE, and they have PENISES, and so are better than everyone else, and can talk over everyone else, and women we are as nothing shall we go and make you a cup of tea please master. Last tute-but-one, female-PPEist-who-is-not-me started to make excellent point about benefits of monopolies. Boy next to her interrupts, jumps in, says, "But isn't that...?" and proceeds to say the EXACT SAME THING.
She says, naturally, "Isn't that exactly what I said?"
He looks uncomfortable. Does not apologise.
The next tutorial, I had not said anything for forty-five minutes due to fact every time I opened my mouth, one of (five) tute-partners would talk over me. Finally, polical theory tutor said to me, "What were you going to say?"
I opened my mouth and said, "Well, I was-"
And was soundly talked over by lugubrious male Marxist on either side of the room. Aaargh I don't care what you think about historical class struggle I was talking - but I didn't say that, but sort of slumped down into couch and gave up.
Later conferred with other three female PPEists, who confirmed I am not imagining it. They are doing it, and yes, they only talk over women.
In addition: I am beginning to realise that despite doing stupid amounts of work, or at least what I thought was work, I don't know anything. I can't follow what the others are talking about most of the time. I am, I have concluded, quite stunningly mediocre. And omg when I hear people carping about how they can't get their marks of 75 up to 80 (my highest mark ever in one of these is 67) I think about killing people and then think that would be a bad idea as I would probably fail miserably as clearly am as inept at homicide as I am at everything else. I will not fail but only because these exams are so hard to fail. I have done this whole year all wrong and I have nothing to show for three terms of work.
(I had a dream last night that Pat shot me. I don't know what that was about.)
3. SUGAR. Well, not sugar exactly, but I am putting on weight and I hate that. Not something that usually worries me as I don't weigh much to begin with, but some calculation concerning rate of putting on weight has revealed will weigh half a metric tonne by time am thirty. This does not seem right but the numbers have it.
Also, Ben said I have the greatest liking for sugar of anyone he's ever met. It's strange how you don't notice things until someone else points them out, but this is true. I still eat pick 'n' mix and occasionally eat sugar straight out of the box, and yet am still continuously hungry.
4. CLAIRE CURTIS-THOMAS. Has not got back to me despite the fact I've rung and emailed once a week since March. I have reached the conclusion that while she was very nice in March, she was messing me about; I have no job, no internships, nothing at all for the summer except lounging around being useless. And it's not for lack of trying. I even went to see the university careers people. They said maybe I should get a job with my local council.
Wow. Other PPEists between them are a) moving to China b) riding Trans-Siberian railway or c) working in Daddy's investment bank or, indeed, d) doing all above plus directing opera.
Et moi? Licking envelopes for fucking Sefton Council. Joyous. Am not only useless and mediocre but laughably provincial, too. Complete with silly accent.
5. THE INDIAN HIGH COMMISSION. Who will not process my dual nationality application until I produce a 35mmx35mm passport photo. Such things do not exist, according to every photography shop in Oxford. The High Commission are not only horrendous bureaucrats but also magnificently incompetent - FAQs on their website include this gem:
Q. I need to apply for dual citizen. I am holding a British passport and i need your help on how to go about to get the citizen of India.
A. Pls visit our website for full details.
How do you reason with people like this?
ARGH. Must run. Revision class to go to. Ohgod.
1. EXAMS. Are horrendous and have not even started; whilst people at other universities seem to have not only finished theirs but had time to plan lazy jaunts to tropical climes in meantime, mine do not even begin for five days. I have spent ridiculous amounts of time in libraries, reading rooms, huddled away over books away from sun, and in true Socratic fashion have discovered that all I know is that I know nothing. Jesusgod. Nothing at all. Am faced with past papers of Doom. ("Do you know you are reading this question?", "Is morality demanding?", I don't know leave me alone ohmygod.) In fight between them and me, past papers winning by mile. (Have added link to them in LJ sidebar as concession to my rational self.)
2. REVISION CLASSES OMG. They are awful. First of all they are either at 9am or 7pm or else in the middle of the day so cannot do work before or after, and second of all they are always advertised as wonderful drop-in surgery-type-things where all your problems concerning exam technique will be solved in an instant, but in practice are two-hour sessions of boys talking over each other whilst hammering one tiny miniscule omg I don't care infimitesmal point into the ground. (Case in point: today's class, meant to be on political theory in general ended up as two hours on fucking conception of exercise concept self-realisation in republican freedom ohgod who cares.)
Also: BOYS. I hate them indiscriminately. Every revision class (or tutorial, recently) features boys, because they are not boys but MEN, omg, they are MEN, and they have TESTOSTERONE, and they have PENISES, and so are better than everyone else, and can talk over everyone else, and women we are as nothing shall we go and make you a cup of tea please master. Last tute-but-one, female-PPEist-who-is-not-me started to make excellent point about benefits of monopolies. Boy next to her interrupts, jumps in, says, "But isn't that...?" and proceeds to say the EXACT SAME THING.
She says, naturally, "Isn't that exactly what I said?"
He looks uncomfortable. Does not apologise.
The next tutorial, I had not said anything for forty-five minutes due to fact every time I opened my mouth, one of (five) tute-partners would talk over me. Finally, polical theory tutor said to me, "What were you going to say?"
I opened my mouth and said, "Well, I was-"
And was soundly talked over by lugubrious male Marxist on either side of the room. Aaargh I don't care what you think about historical class struggle I was talking - but I didn't say that, but sort of slumped down into couch and gave up.
Later conferred with other three female PPEists, who confirmed I am not imagining it. They are doing it, and yes, they only talk over women.
In addition: I am beginning to realise that despite doing stupid amounts of work, or at least what I thought was work, I don't know anything. I can't follow what the others are talking about most of the time. I am, I have concluded, quite stunningly mediocre. And omg when I hear people carping about how they can't get their marks of 75 up to 80 (my highest mark ever in one of these is 67) I think about killing people and then think that would be a bad idea as I would probably fail miserably as clearly am as inept at homicide as I am at everything else. I will not fail but only because these exams are so hard to fail. I have done this whole year all wrong and I have nothing to show for three terms of work.
(I had a dream last night that Pat shot me. I don't know what that was about.)
3. SUGAR. Well, not sugar exactly, but I am putting on weight and I hate that. Not something that usually worries me as I don't weigh much to begin with, but some calculation concerning rate of putting on weight has revealed will weigh half a metric tonne by time am thirty. This does not seem right but the numbers have it.
Also, Ben said I have the greatest liking for sugar of anyone he's ever met. It's strange how you don't notice things until someone else points them out, but this is true. I still eat pick 'n' mix and occasionally eat sugar straight out of the box, and yet am still continuously hungry.
4. CLAIRE CURTIS-THOMAS. Has not got back to me despite the fact I've rung and emailed once a week since March. I have reached the conclusion that while she was very nice in March, she was messing me about; I have no job, no internships, nothing at all for the summer except lounging around being useless. And it's not for lack of trying. I even went to see the university careers people. They said maybe I should get a job with my local council.
Wow. Other PPEists between them are a) moving to China b) riding Trans-Siberian railway or c) working in Daddy's investment bank or, indeed, d) doing all above plus directing opera.
Et moi? Licking envelopes for fucking Sefton Council. Joyous. Am not only useless and mediocre but laughably provincial, too. Complete with silly accent.
5. THE INDIAN HIGH COMMISSION. Who will not process my dual nationality application until I produce a 35mmx35mm passport photo. Such things do not exist, according to every photography shop in Oxford. The High Commission are not only horrendous bureaucrats but also magnificently incompetent - FAQs on their website include this gem:
Q. I need to apply for dual citizen. I am holding a British passport and i need your help on how to go about to get the citizen of India.
A. Pls visit our website for full details.
How do you reason with people like this?
ARGH. Must run. Revision class to go to. Ohgod.
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on 2006-06-14 03:58 pm (UTC)(Note to self: stop reading feminist literature)
Castrate them all with a spoon. You'll feel better for it.
Also my summer job thus far has been cleaning chalets and it will then probably morph into MacDonalds. OH YAY. The council won't hire me, the bastards, despite having done so when I was 14. Sefton might be more friendly, though. And you might get something good - hang on in there. There is nothing wrong with being provincial (note to self: stop listening to father re: superiority of North) and nor are you mediocre or useless.
I will go away now. Given my summer plans basically consist of 1. Go on cheap holiday to Cambridge where I have admittingly had fun 2. Pretend to parents I did a really good job of dog-sitting and hopefully get some money or duty-free alcohol out of them THE CHEAP BASTARDS and 3. Pay off overdraft I am feeling your pain about that on.
(Oh, and about the food thing: sugar won't fill you up, no matter how much you crave it. Fruit is apparently a very good substitute, but it's crisps and chips that do it for me so I'll be quiet. Maybe try eating lots of carbohydrates and bread and stuff to try and fill yourself up?)
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on 2006-06-14 03:59 pm (UTC)Meanwhile there will be Alternate Oxford exam-stress fic as soon as
At a later date there may be fic in which bad things happen to the other males of James' tute group. He will obviously deny all responsibility (probably from under his fringe and/or behind his shades).
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on 2006-06-14 04:17 pm (UTC)Also glad to see someone who shares my sugar habit! *usually puts four teaspoons of sugar in a cup of tea and then lets the bag steep for 20 minutes*
*shares in lack-of-job woe*
Wow, that dual nationality website is on crack.
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on 2006-06-14 04:49 pm (UTC)I hope the summer job situation improves, but my underwhelming summer jobs extended to cleaning surgical equipment at Whiston hospital and working in admin for a couriering firm. And now look! All those posh boys who talked over me in seminars (grr!) envy my job (which is totally the kind of job they think they're entitled to and I constantly find people are astonished that a Northern Woman could possibly do).
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on 2006-06-14 05:55 pm (UTC)SUGAR. No shame.
And to the rest, a million, billion hugs to you. Best of luck on the exams!
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on 2006-06-14 05:56 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-06-14 06:06 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-06-14 06:31 pm (UTC)Is that quote really truly from a formal website? Pls tell me they are joking and have not used 'pls' in their main FAQ. Because if they have, then I suspect that you're never going to be able to reason with them.
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on 2006-06-14 06:32 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-06-14 06:32 pm (UTC)That said, I'm very glad that my field (eng lit) has more women than men. Saves me from the trouble of crushing male egos all the time, fun though it is. ;)
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on 2006-06-14 08:20 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-06-14 08:55 pm (UTC)And *hugs*
xx
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on 2006-06-14 11:05 pm (UTC)Good night! ♥
PS. Ohgod how can British politics questions be so difficult?! I am meant to be able to do politics...
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on 2006-06-15 12:10 am (UTC)Quite frankly, you are one of the smartest people I know or have known, and while I really don't know what your exam marks mean, I do know that a lot of people who happen to get high grades/marks are just hacks, plain and simple. You are smarter than most of them, and what's more, you are more interesting and have more perspective on, y'know, that thing called life. So say I.
I hate people who have exciting, interesting, or otherwise bearable summer jobs. Let's start a club to kill them. Vigilante justice, of a kind.
Second thought
on 2006-06-15 12:52 am (UTC)Re: Second thought
on 2006-06-15 01:19 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-06-15 04:24 am (UTC)but some calculation concerning rate of putting on weight has revealed will weigh half a metric tonne by time am thirty. or the bit about the dual citizenship FAQ and I find myself laughing because of the wit and then I want to give you a noogie and a foot rub.
First years are terrifically traumatizing and ridiculously stressful. I thought my first year at university was going to kill me. But it gets better. It really does. I've had a lot of first year students sitting across my desk over the years saying just what you're saying, and by and large, I get to shake their hands at graduation.
Hang in there, man.
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on 2006-06-15 07:56 am (UTC)Not to be overly serious or anything, but this is a pet hate.
Please do not make comments about 'all men'. I understand it seems to be generally considered acceptable to make blanket comments about men for some reason, though I fail to see why.
I would see it as unacceptable, as, I'm sure, would you, if somebody tried to suggest that girls made awful tute partners because, say, 'they have VAGINAS, and OESTROGEN, and God, they suck, and nag and whine'. Because there are girls in the world that nag and whine, but not because they are girls, and there are boys that will talk over you, but not because any of us are awful.
If, therefore, it's unacceptable to generally slag off your gender, I'd appreciate it if you could not slag off mine, and thus me. Kindly do not use modern equality in freedom of speech as an excuse to make sexist statements against a gender who now can't, or we really haven't got anywhere.
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on 2006-06-15 10:38 am (UTC)Iona, I think you and the other
girlswomen should have a Strategy. You could all start yawning loudly whenever one of the boys interrupts. Or, whenever you do get to speak, finish with a very pointed, "And what do YOU think, OtherFemaleName?"(hope it's OK to jump in - )
on 2006-06-15 10:54 am (UTC)And for that reason, whilst I don't generally condone, "Oh, all men are bastards" kind of talk, there IS is a big difference between women saying that about men and men saying that about women. It's a structural and systematic difference between the way that men are taught to express themselves and the way women are taught to that consistently privileges men - not ALL men, but many men - and if people don't get angry about it then it won't change.
So, I agree with your point about making generalisations, but you need to distinguish between making unfounded generalisations about a group and noticing and describing systemic difference. And you do yourself a disservice if you won't make that distinction when you complain about generalisations.
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on 2006-06-15 11:26 am (UTC)I fully support equality in gender issues, and I detest outdated subconscious sexist remarks made by men even if out of ignorance, not sexism, but my main hate is the fact that we don't have equality right now; the pendulum has swung too far the other way in an attempt to 'compensate', so we have a large number of men being sexist against women out of ignorance, and a large number of women who feel that they have the right to make offensive remarks about men just because (and I hear this argument so much, phrased somewhat differently, I dislike it immensely);
'They' (women) have tolerated centuries, millenia even, if being a subclass, so it's fair to slag off men now.
This, I hate. If it makes anybody feel better, I apologise on behalf of my gender for our awful behaviour over the last 2800 years of recorded history, and for the continued rudeness of many men.
HOWEVER, in many ways, I feel that
Still, when I see intelligent female journalists make rants against my gender, I do despair; is it really progress from a society that tolerated men insulting women while women had no voice if we end up with a media in which women may freely slag off men, while men have no voice to respond, due to political correctness? I think not.
My apologies, I'm rambling, but this is a subject close to my heart.
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on 2006-06-15 12:09 pm (UTC)But sexism and other other form of prejudice does NOT "slowly die out": they mutate into new forms. That's an extremely conservative view with which I wholly disagree. Things only change because people fight for change.
Anyway, whatever.
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on 2006-06-15 12:45 pm (UTC)re: "but sexism and other forms of prejudice does NOT slowly die out" There are countless examples to the contrary in which societies have slowly given women rights without any positive action by a women's rights movement, as part of society's progression. Cf, Athens, Sparta, Egypt of the 8th C, Rome, and many others. The positive action of feminists has speeded up the process, but society does grow out of ignorance eventually.
re: "semi-sarcastic apologies" If you assume I'm just one of those 'damn males', you're wrong. I was utterly serious. If there was some way that men could make a formal apology for what they've done wrong, they should.
re: "I'm not all that debating gender with men who respond to women's experience with defensiveness" I assume you'd rather be debating gender with a bunch of equally angry women, so you can all agree that men are bastards then? Because, personally, I'd like to get men and women to talk to each, rather than men cluelessly be sexist, and women taking a moral high ground so high up, you refuse to even discuss the matter with any male at all, unless he nods dumbly and agrees with you without question. Because, y'know, it's evident that women are right, men are wrong, and women have the right to insult men, and refuse to debate with men on principle. Because that's not sexist in the slightest.
I assume you also think that men who are the victims of domestic violence should receive no support, and white farmers in South Africa should be kicked out of their land by mobs?
re: "when they should be listening and learning" ...what? You won't find many men more willing to listen or learn than me. Who exactly do you want to discuss this with then?
re: "anyway, whatever" And that's just plain rude and arrogant.
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on 2006-06-15 12:54 pm (UTC)But where have I done this? I did write "I hate them indiscriminately", and for that remark I apologise; when I'm not furious, it isn't even true. You've put "all men" in quotation marks, but it's not me you're quoting.
That said, I was writing throughout about not all men in general but Balliol PPEist men, like so:
Every revision class (or tutorial, recently) features boys...
meaning, of course, the people in tutorials and classes with me.
And while I was, as
Therefore, I think I'm justified in being very angry about this situation. Perhaps if I were writing with a cool head, I wouldn't have offended you. I hope not. But the fact remains that these men reinforce each other's "masculine" (i.e., what is dictated by society as stereotypically masculine) behaviour and it is to the detriment of the women in the room. And I believe that it is a gender issue by the evidence in front of my eyes. Would you say that the unpleasant people in the tutes just happen to be male, and the unhappy parties just happen to be female? I don't believe that.
I don't think I extrapolated from their behaviour to that of their entire gender. I can add footnotes to the effect that the people being described are male Balliol PPEists if others disagree, but the intent is not there.
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on 2006-06-15 12:55 pm (UTC)