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ENGLISH 319.69 18TH CENTURY BRITISH WOMEN WRITERS

During what scholars call the long eighteenth century (1660 to 1800),. women were prolific contributors to the emerging genre of the novel. They were also poets, critics, and playwrights, many of them proficient in more than one genre. This course will focus mainly on the novel, with some attention to other genres, especially autobiographical writings. We will look at how women writers grappled with the idea of authorship during a time when standards of modesty and propriety militated against certain kinds of public display for women, including publishing. We will also examine how the novels and other works engaged with 18th-century debates over such issues as sensibility, the education of children, the role and rights of women within the family, filial duty, and ideals of masculinity and femininity. Texts will include novels from among the following authors (i.e., not all of them will be represented): Aphra Behn, Eliza Haywood, Sarah Scott, Sarah Fielding, Frances Sheridan, Charlotte Lennox, Charlotte Smith, Frances Burney, Ann Radcliffe, Maria Edgeworth, Mary Brunton, and Jane Austen. Poets studied may include Anna Letitia Barbauld, Letitia Landon, Anna Seward, Anna Yearsley, and Mary Robinson. Requirements will include a midterm exam, two short response papers and a longer (research) paper








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read between those lines, motherfucker!

fafsa allows me to list up to ten schools for financial aid, wish me luck!
(jo's) nick said he'd help me get my money that these assholes called "scholarship funds" have been holding ransom. i'm terrified of scholarship applications - i really have to get over being rejected. because i only have one fall-back school that will accept me no matter what and the rest are filed under pipe dreams.
i called my dad, but he doesnt have my new number so i'm not surprised that he didnt answer. i wouldnt be surprised if he rejected my call if he had it. long story short, he owes me a lot of money (college funds from grandparents). and i know he doesn't have it. so i left a message that got cut off, "dad, give me back my money. i want to be gone by x. you have --" he gets the message i'm sure. i was too chicken to call him back and leave the rest of it. i hope i'm mad enough to call him back in a week if he hasnt rang back.
i have never been this frustrated with my life, so excuse the constant requests for lobotomies, decapitations, assistance with murder and the usual life hating statements in general. domestic life has gone from shit to crazy to completely fucked in a week and i'm fond of taking things hard.


fuyuuuckcdj;lkaj fd;lasu fuckkkk the admissions deadline for all cuny schools was four days ago. i still applied, talked to the admissions office (not really that helpful) and paid the application fee (...70 bucks, but i applied to brooklyn and hunter) and now i have to wait until may. ha...ha...
life. what is life?
if i dont get into hunter this year because of that, i'm putting them as my homepage and will refresh every two seconds until they post applications for sprint 2011 and hten again for fall 2011.
i will go there.
i hope.

i went in to talk to an advisor about my academics, cleverely titled an academic advisor, and there's good and bad news. after this semester i'm two semesters away from an associates, if i so choose (this being the bad news) all i have left is... all the maths, sciences, speech, p.e. (in college? really? damn you!) and other gay shit from fagtown that i've avoided doing. good news is that i have enough credits to transfer to most four years and with my gpa i'm ... i'm pretty much in. i mean, obviously i can't walk into one them fancylike skools and be all accepted like but i mean, the schools on my list are schools i can get into with relative ease.
but this has ended up making me feel like crap. the longer this day goes on the worse i feel about it all.
what the hell?
what happens if i fuck up this semester? what if my gpa drops? what if i never pick a school and run out of grant money? there are some things i just can't let happen. i can't let my gpa drop and i can't fuck this up. i'm the first to go to college, that means something - or so fafsa applications imply. money is a really retarded reason to be so stressed out about. i wish educations were free and for people who cared. yeah, books, blah blah library but we're not all super geniuses able to figure everything out on our own. i need instructors; i need the deadlines too. man, school is completely great and completely retarded at the same time.

i'm stoked for philos and lit; i'm getting less and less excited about art and i think taking algebra was the most retarded idea on the planet.

give it!
I'm trying very hard to remind myself not to expect too much with new york - we're going to say goodbye to a friend... so i keep on having to deal with these heinous waves of guilt when i start getting overly excited. i get to check out the cuny schools i've been looking at and tour the snl studio. i want to check out the lower east side and brooklyn (duh) and the parks and the museums. i'd love to do some history nerding... it's just like, suzy was my friend but i have to keep on reminding myself that this is the equivalent of me going to say goodbye to one of my best friends, i can't even name them it feels so bad. so i just need to keep resobering myself. not that anna wants us to be miserable while we're there! but she will be. i just wish i could help her more. she's doing better than i'd be doing though, that's for damn sure. i'm proud of her, little annaberry.

then, three weeks later joanna is getting married in vegas! and she asked me to go, well how could i not? she is my soul sister! we got through the worst times of our lives together - it was just weird that we met at the right time. she's great, i can't believe she's going to be married already! the guy is great though, so that rules.

lemuria was great and we didn't stay in austin long enough for me to come back full of denton loathing so all in all, pretty sweet stuff. this will be the first semester i'm signed up for four classes and working full time but it doesnt seem so bad. lit and philosophy aren't chores and i don't expect art history to be either... sorry, art appreciation, but i'm kind of excited and kind of scared of algebra. what if i get a teacher who spits on me instead of teaches? what then?

downloading the fergie c.d. was a good idea

can i just say that today has been complete shit?
tristan is in town though and i got to give him a big hug before work; he is good people.
rachel is a friend i can count on and i'm extremely grateful.
i have a cup of tea she bought me and it tastes shitty but it's supposed to be calming.
my friends, i am at a stand off.
i don't know where today is going but i hope it's a gutter with a bottle of beer kind of afternoon.
i have two old, familiar feelings and i'm grateful to have one of them back.
rachel and i talked this morning and i'm going to get back into counseling.
i got all a's this semester.
christmas is friday but plans have changed.
i still don't know where i'm going to college and i still have a lot of mucus in my lungs.
me in a nutshell.

my snot is neon green!

snow! snow on the ground this morning! it stuck and it wasn't ice!

if you care, i found a live jawbreaker bootleg. it's a live seattle show...some comment below said it was their last but i have no damn idea. tempted to ask if you can hear chris's nose cracking against blake's fist for confirmation but i'm learning that my humor is not necessarily funny.
thank you for not being one of them,
ashley

p.s. what the hell school am i supposed to go to?
p.p.s the sound quality on 96.5.18 seattle is about as good as my ballsack.
p.p.p.s. rabbit rabbit



p.p.p.p.s. ...get that seattle shit from me if you like...being alive. jb song i've never heard - "elephant" anyone? just me?


p.p.p.p.p.s. i would advise watching tokyo gore police if you like having your brain ripped out of your skull.

i always thought he was a douche.

hey, remember when ti and i went to that plea for peace show back in... god i have no idea what year and we shouted for the great decay in between just about every song cursive played? well, our demands were met durring the encore ("i believe some girls were yelling for this one...")
so imagine what tonight is going to be like, with more beer and less dignity.
i can't wait! they better play some songs off ugly organ that arent a. art is hard and b. art is hard.
i'm serious.

i'm really frustrated for two reasons. a. missing text book and b. old ass singer sewing machine that is being a panda jerk.
all i want to do is sew on a patch and make wizarding robes. is that really so much to ask for?
also, i think my head is going to explode, right above my left eye.

it's a long walk home when you're feelin dead on your feet,
ashley

p.s. winter break winter break winter break
and dana is letting me leave work for a few hours to go to the christmas tree lighting! yay ayaya ya ya ayaya yay! she has the heart of an old bar wench that's been pissed on to the point of crysticalization, hardened and dirty... with a keen interest of avoiding human contact! a nice person!

wassail according to wikipedia
Wassail is a hot, spiced punch often associated with Christmas. Particularly popular in Germanic countries, the term itself is a contraction of the Middle English phrase wæs hæil, meaning "be healthy".
While the beverage typically served as "wassail" at modern holiday feasts with a medieval theme most closely resembles mulled cider, historical wassail drinks were completely different, more likely to be mulled beer or mead. Sugar, ale, ginger, nutmeg, and cinnamon would be placed in a bowl, heated, and topped with slices of toast as sops.

Hence the first stanza of the traditional carol the Gloucestershire Wassail dating back to the Middle Ages:

Wassail! wassail! all over the town,
Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown;
Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree;
With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee.



delishus!