Criticism

I set a personal NYC record for sleeplessness yesterday. I was still awake at 6 a.m. I went to bed at 3:30 and stayed awake for another two and a half hours. I studied in bed so as to not waste time. The double cappuccino I had at 10:30 probably didn't help, but I've done that before. I've got a presentation later today. I decided to go with the racism. After reading the full text of Chinua Achebe's essay An Image of Africa: Racism in Conrad's Heart of Darkness, I actually became a little protective of Mr. Conrad.

The attacks were preposterous and irresponsible and I feel as though I must do something. I haven't done anymore work on either paper for my other two classes. The end of the semester is creeping up. I'll get it done. I may just have to work on the papers simultaneously, which is something I didn't want to do. I saw Jessica in the cafeteria last night.

Jessica is the woman available for us to get writing help from. I asked her if she'd be willing to meet me Friday to discuss the paper I turned in last week. She graded it this time. Before I could get my question out, she told me that she liked it. So hopefully that means a good grade. I won't look at it till after I present. Tonight, I begin reading Freud's Civilization and Its Discontents. Let's hope this goes quickly.