Note: I’m saying this as a fan.
I was enjoying the ACM’s last night, and, while watching Taylor perform with Tim and Keith, I concluded she can’t possibly be good in bed. I have neither evidence (well, perhaps her awkward dancing) nor any clue as to why this randomly occurred to me, but it would explain all her failed relationships, no?
I’m neither passionately for it nor furiously against it, yet I’m expected to analyze its artistic devices and how they affect the content. Four pages dedicated to mediocrity, due at 8am.
Furthermore, how do I take a man seriously as a professor when he provides me with two, such exhausting, choices of poetry that I want for nothing more than the end of days or to abandon my post in the literary sphere in a desperate attempt to save my artistic soul? Does anyone here have a favorite poem I can read online? I need to shake this off. Anyone?