Bleah. Concepts....

[chaoswolf]

are plauging my mind. I don't like Death of a salesman since it's by Arthur Miller. I didn't like The Crucible either...and the movie is almost as bad as Pride & Prejudice, the movie. Everything is too heavily overexaggerated, their timing on the flashbacks his hideously off, not to mention the fact that the characters are repeating the same things all the way throughout the flashbacks, both in book & movie. I dispise the accursed book. Unfortunatly, I have to read it. I've gotten ahead in my reading for spring break, though. The teacher can't bitch @ me for that...

The only homework I have that I haven't done is my Dance homework...because I can't write the review until I've been to see the concert. Damnit, I hate the routines. They all suck. The only decent piece in the whole lot is the Beginning Hip-hop. Not that I'm a major fan of hip-hop music, but when the choreography works with the music, I feel good about it. I'm not saying I've turned into a death metal freak, but it's good stuff.

This list follows the same setup as our dear friend thechick has now got me doing it...

Good stuff:
spring break next week
weekend sleep catchup time
character concept generation stuff over weekend
buying a new LARP book (Werewolf the Apocolypse 3e)

bad stuff:
-Dad doing taxes
-Me having to find somewhere else to be this weekend that isn't here
-school tomorrow
-midgit slumber party
-arguing w/ emmy about doing her damned chores when she's asked the
first time

Comments

Definitely don't argue with siblings

[sdorn.livejournal.com]

A trick I've learned from being a parent (though whether this will work with siblings is an open question, in part because it's hard to do this): you can actively refuse to argue with a younger child. If you need to give a message, just give it. Then, when an expected retort hits, you just don't respond. One psychologist, Anthony Wolf, suggests thinking of arguments as coming from a baby-self that feeds on the struggle of the argument (the louder, the better). Refusing to argue is starving the baby-self. The behaviorists would call this extinction therapy, but it's much more satisfying, inside my head, to think of myself as starving my child's baby-self or refusing to argue.

About the choice of literature you don't like (like Arthur Miller): you're in a survey class. You're supposed to read all the famous stuff, including the baaaaaad famous stuff. If your teacher didn't include Miller, it really wouldn't be a survey, right? (I'm borrowing here from reports of how one Russian professor explained his choices for a lit-in-translation course.)

I won't excuse the playing of videos, though, in an English class. I, also, got nothing special in terms of understanding the play from seeing Olivier's Hamlet or the version of Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? with Liz Taylor. It may help some, but evidently not us. The one exception, though, was the BBC version of Hamlet with Derek Jacobi. Then again, Jacobi's pretty special. And my teachers in high school used videos sparingly—maybe once a semester.

Enjoy your break!