Feeling Slightly Better From Sick and Paper-Writing Conundrums

Okay, I feel a little bit better. A trippy Nyquil sleep always helps ^_^

I'm SO glad I had no class this morning, so I could just sleep through it all and not have to worry about missing anything ELSE . . .

I feel guilty about being sick . . . since most of the pain was cramping, too, which really isn't a *valid* excuse to get out of anything. Yet sickness coupled with first-day crampage (always the worst for me) is, apparently . . . I don't know . . . it sucked; I'm glad I got out of things . . .

Though I do feel like Satine from Moulin Rouge . . . I'm not actually coughing UP blood, but I can feel it dried down there in my throat, and water tastes awful, and I have no food that is not hard and abrasive.

I have a package. I should go pick that up and go get something good and moist on my throat to eat.

( I Am Also Excited About (EARMUFFS, ROBERT!!!) )

I feel bad about missing that meeting or whatever the heck it was last night. Now I have to talk to Sush. I'm also worried about missing Orchestra.

I now have a few hours to work on reading some Mencius and writing a two-page paper for Introduction to East Asian Religions tomorrow.

Here's the conundrum:

I want to write on two things: Mencius's theory that all people are inherently good (woot for Mencius!) or filial piety as the highest virtue and its role in Japanese history. However, this is only two pages long. I could go on forever about both-- but would preferrably like to go on forever about the latter, since I know more about the latter. We have a larger paper coming up, due next week, "Topics to be Assigned, or By Request of the Student." I could ask to do the other then-- or the longer, then. However, he says, on Telesis, for both of the papers, not to cite other sources.

That's the shitty part. You see, I've always had one problem with plagiarism-- where does one draw the line between knowing and plagiarizing? Mrs. Sheline tried to get me in trouble for describing an apothecary without citing a source, in 9th grade, but I had known what that was for years at the time, having visited Colonial Williamsburg at age 11. What was I supposed to do-- look up the person who gave me the tour and the date and cite it as an interview??? I now *know* an awful lot about Japanese history, thanks to Japanese Civilization. I could cite those sources-- and I probably should-- but I oughtn't not to, according to him. However, I now have been *tainted* with enough information that what I have in my mind is all connected to pages in the book, and so by not citing sources I would almost be plagiarizing.

Does anyone else understand?

I think I make too big of a deal about things.

I'm hot. I think I should go get my package.

. . . though I really ought to write this paper.

Feeling Slightly Better From Sick and Paper-Writing Conundrums

Okay, I feel a little bit better. A trippy Nyquil sleep always helps ^_^

I'm SO glad I had no class this morning, so I could just sleep through it all and not have to worry about missing anything ELSE . . .

I feel guilty about being sick . . . since most of the pain was cramping, too, which really isn't a *valid* excuse to get out of anything. Yet sickness coupled with first-day crampage (always the worst for me) is, apparently . . . I don't know . . . it sucked; I'm glad I got out of things . . .

Though I do feel like Satine from Moulin Rouge . . . I'm not actually coughing UP blood, but I can feel it dried down there in my throat, and water tastes awful, and I have no food that is not hard and abrasive.

I have a package. I should go pick that up and go get something good and moist on my throat to eat.

( I Am Also Excited About (EARMUFFS, ROBERT!!!) )

I feel bad about missing that meeting or whatever the heck it was last night. Now I have to talk to Sush. I'm also worried about missing Orchestra.

I now have a few hours to work on reading some Mencius and writing a two-page paper for Introduction to East Asian Religions tomorrow.

Here's the conundrum:

I want to write on two things: Mencius's theory that all people are inherently good (woot for Mencius!) or filial piety as the highest virtue and its role in Japanese history. However, this is only two pages long. I could go on forever about both-- but would preferrably like to go on forever about the latter, since I know more about the latter. We have a larger paper coming up, due next week, "Topics to be Assigned, or By Request of the Student." I could ask to do the other then-- or the longer, then. However, he says, on Telesis, for both of the papers, not to cite other sources.

That's the shitty part. You see, I've always had one problem with plagiarism-- where does one draw the line between knowing and plagiarizing? Mrs. Sheline tried to get me in trouble for describing an apothecary without citing a source, in 9th grade, but I had known what that was for years at the time, having visited Colonial Williamsburg at age 11. What was I supposed to do-- look up the person who gave me the tour and the date and cite it as an interview??? I now *know* an awful lot about Japanese history, thanks to Japanese Civilization. I could cite those sources-- and I probably should-- but I oughtn't not to, according to him. However, I now have been *tainted* with enough information that what I have in my mind is all connected to pages in the book, and so by not citing sources I would almost be plagiarizing.

Does anyone else understand?

I think I make too big of a deal about things.

I'm hot. I think I should go get my package.

. . . though I really ought to write this paper.

Too Tired To Write A Coherent Paper

My paper don't make no sense.

I think I'm still too tired. My body is just sort of numb, unfeeling, useless . . .

. . . and my throat scratches and tastes like blood . . . and also sort of like Pine-Sol.

Too Tired To Write A Coherent Paper

My paper don't make no sense.

I think I'm still too tired. My body is just sort of numb, unfeeling, useless . . .

. . . and my throat scratches and tastes like blood . . . and also sort of like Pine-Sol.

Papers and Improv

I finished writing my paper. It hasn't changed much from this morning (erm, if at all . . . ) and it sucks. It's too short, and I don't think I did it right.

Improv was fun tonight, though not maybe so good as we've been. Warm-ups were freaking AWESOME, though. First, we did Dada monologues, which are just incoherent, disjointed streams of consciousness (rather like Nichole's diaryland journal, lol . . . or Julia's journal, some of the time, lol . . . ). It was fun. I went first, and I loved it ^_^

It really gets out a lot of weird things about people, too . . . some major lies, some weird underlying emotions, and some really weird truths. One guy was freaked out by everything, another traumatized by everything, another horny, another robotic . . . me, just crazy, lol ^_^

Then we did this really fun game, which I've claimed would be fun for me forever: We each took on a character and took a seat in a chair, and everyone asked us questions about anything and everything, and we had to stay consistent. I was Roderick von Brandt, from my story, lol ^_^ I knew I would stay consistent for him . . .

It was amusing. I explained that I was born in Dresden and still had a British accent because I really only existed within the pages of a book, but once we got that taken care of, they were all perfectly down with my being born in 1895 and being nine years old. I told them that I liked chocolate, but I couldn't have it often, and that I didn't know what Father did for a living, only that he sat in the office for large periods of time and often drank, and that Mother stayed in the parlor and the maid, Lauren, took care of me. They asked me what I hated most, and I said Eveline, because "there was something wrong with her." They asked me what I planned to do when I grew up, and I said I wanted to do something in the Church, but I didn't expect I'd make it that long, since I had pneumonia as a child and was constantly getting sick-- but, just between them and me, I often pretended, to get out of trouble, because they "won't hurt me if I'm sick." So the last question was, "Do your parents hit you?" and I was like O.o and they stopped the game right there before I could answer, lol . . .

Papers and Improv

I finished writing my paper. It hasn't changed much from this morning (erm, if at all . . . ) and it sucks. It's too short, and I don't think I did it right.

Improv was fun tonight, though not maybe so good as we've been. Warm-ups were freaking AWESOME, though. First, we did Dada monologues, which are just incoherent, disjointed streams of consciousness (rather like Nichole's diaryland journal, lol . . . or Julia's journal, some of the time, lol . . . ). It was fun. I went first, and I loved it ^_^

It really gets out a lot of weird things about people, too . . . some major lies, some weird underlying emotions, and some really weird truths. One guy was freaked out by everything, another traumatized by everything, another horny, another robotic . . . me, just crazy, lol ^_^

Then we did this really fun game, which I've claimed would be fun for me forever: We each took on a character and took a seat in a chair, and everyone asked us questions about anything and everything, and we had to stay consistent. I was Roderick von Brandt, from my story, lol ^_^ I knew I would stay consistent for him . . .

It was amusing. I explained that I was born in Dresden and still had a British accent because I really only existed within the pages of a book, but once we got that taken care of, they were all perfectly down with my being born in 1895 and being nine years old. I told them that I liked chocolate, but I couldn't have it often, and that I didn't know what Father did for a living, only that he sat in the office for large periods of time and often drank, and that Mother stayed in the parlor and the maid, Lauren, took care of me. They asked me what I hated most, and I said Eveline, because "there was something wrong with her." They asked me what I planned to do when I grew up, and I said I wanted to do something in the Church, but I didn't expect I'd make it that long, since I had pneumonia as a child and was constantly getting sick-- but, just between them and me, I often pretended, to get out of trouble, because they "won't hurt me if I'm sick." So the last question was, "Do your parents hit you?" and I was like O.o and they stopped the game right there before I could answer, lol . . .