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fyeahenglishmajorarmadillo: I know this isn’t an armadillo, but when I saw this picture on I Can Has Cheezburger I couldn’t resist adding this quote from Gilman’s “The Yellow Wallpaper.” And I needed to share it with other English nerds that would find it as funny as I do.  [Picture: Background — black and white cat sitting by wall surrounded with shreds of wallpaper peeled off the wall. Top text: “ [“I’ve got out at last in spite of you and Jane] ” Bottom text: “ [And I’ve pulled off most of the paper so you can’t put me back.”] ”] We read “The Yellow Wallpaper” earlier this semester in my American Literature 1860-1910 class.  This is amazing, and I usually don’t appreciate Lolcatz.

fyeahenglishmajorarmadillo:

I know this isn’t an armadillo, but when I saw this picture on I Can Has Cheezburger I couldn’t resist adding this quote from Gilman’s “The Yellow Wallpaper.” And I needed to share it with other English nerds that would find it as funny as I do.

 [Picture: Background — black and white cat sitting by wall surrounded with shreds of wallpaper peeled off the wall. Top text: “ [“I’ve got out at last in spite of you and Jane] ” Bottom text: “ [And I’ve pulled off most of the paper so you can’t put me back.”] ”]

We read “The Yellow Wallpaper” earlier this semester in my American Literature 1860-1910 class.  This is amazing, and I usually don’t appreciate Lolcatz.

(Reblogged from beneaththelights)

Rain, Routine, and Rowing

For some reason, third week has passed by really quickly.  I guess getting into a routine here has helped.  I’m not so conscious of the long, lonely hours spent working.  On the other hand, I’m starting to get really tired.  There’s just so much to do all the time!  I told my tutor on Thursday morning that I was tired.  She said to beware being tired so early in the term because apparently everyone becomes mentally exhausted during the “fifth week blues.”  Thankfully I was referring to being physically exhausted, seeing that I’d already been to an erging session that morning, had power-walked from my flat at the Graduate Centre to her office at St. Hilda’s College, and was still out of breath from climbing the eight flights of stairs up to her office (I might be exaggerating a little on the stairs, but the other visiting students that have Jenny McAuley will back me up; it’s a long hike to get up to her tiny room on the top floor).

I like that it’s finally started raining here.  Now, I know that in a few weeks, this will fail to cause any excitement, but for now, I’m enjoying the change in scenery.  I can get sunshine in Texas for almost the entire year.  In fact, we’ve had so much recently that the state is in the throes of a horrible drought.  Here, it’s supposed to rain.  It’s a joke printed on t-shirts and mentioned in novels and popular culture.  And yet at first it seemed like I brought all the sunshine with me.  While I did enjoy rowing better in the sunshine than the spitting rain, I didn’t feel like it was properly English until gray clouds covered the sky and I left the library to find rain pattering down softly in the Hertford Old Building Quad.  That being said, feel free to mock me when I complain of the dreary, cold weather later in the term.

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