your priorities in order. I learned this when my professor of British
Literature said, “There are three photos in my office. One is of my
wife, two are of Virginia Woolf.”
distraction. On the first day of Italian I the professor announced that
he threw his television out the window and it was the best thing he had
ever done for himself. I retained this fact rather than the verb
recitations that followed.
become a doormat. Mid-semester 90% of the class stopped doing the
reading and adopted blank stares as responses to the poetry professor’s
discussions. He said “fuck this” and walked out, like a father
abandoning his ungrateful children.
does not equal poetry. When a classmate resigns himself to using the
word “cunnilingus” because it is the best he can find to complement
“fungus,” the writing strategy needs to be reevaluated.
All work and no play makes JJ a dull girl. When Esther Greenwood from Plath’s The Bell Jar starts
to sound logical and eerily sympathetic, it’s time to take a break from
the pressure and enjoy the lunar eclipse or the swaying hips of the
beautiful boy beside you.