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Jan. 11th, 2007 03:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolRevision, despite driving me mad, is going suspiciously well. I think I'm going to get through it all and then - for the first time in my university career - acutually get through it all and have a chance to re-read the notes I made on it.
Today is not going quite so well, I have to confess. I was bone-tired last night and managed to cram about seven hours of sleep in, before barely making it to work this morning. We slowly - agonising slowly - dragged the work out to last for bout an hour and a half, and then scived for the rest of the half an hour. I spent a fair bit of it talking to a girl who is doing third year history, in an attempt to weigh up the following problem:
I despise 20th-Century History. It does nothing for me, because it doesn't have that strange sense of romance that older history does. I know that sounds stupid, but there we are. I like knights, and battles for faith, and crazy radicals who wander around Old London Town in their wigs and frock-coats and have little coffee shops and witches.
As such, next semester of modern history - 20th Century History dressed up in the guise of historiography - it terrifying. The only reason I might do it is because I want to do a bit of modern history at honours (early modern, I hasten to add) and I think it's a pre-requisite and because Professor 'Awesome' Bentley teaches some of it. Ahem.
My other option would be the second semester of first year Scottish history. That looks bloody ace, to my mind, because it encapsulates what I like about history. Do I go for enjoyment or duty?
Choices, choices. Anyone got any advice?![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shoe__gal?
And now, back to the Scramble for Africa. What glee.
Today is not going quite so well, I have to confess. I was bone-tired last night and managed to cram about seven hours of sleep in, before barely making it to work this morning. We slowly - agonising slowly - dragged the work out to last for bout an hour and a half, and then scived for the rest of the half an hour. I spent a fair bit of it talking to a girl who is doing third year history, in an attempt to weigh up the following problem:
I despise 20th-Century History. It does nothing for me, because it doesn't have that strange sense of romance that older history does. I know that sounds stupid, but there we are. I like knights, and battles for faith, and crazy radicals who wander around Old London Town in their wigs and frock-coats and have little coffee shops and witches.
As such, next semester of modern history - 20th Century History dressed up in the guise of historiography - it terrifying. The only reason I might do it is because I want to do a bit of modern history at honours (early modern, I hasten to add) and I think it's a pre-requisite and because Professor 'Awesome' Bentley teaches some of it. Ahem.
My other option would be the second semester of first year Scottish history. That looks bloody ace, to my mind, because it encapsulates what I like about history. Do I go for enjoyment or duty?
Choices, choices. Anyone got any advice?
shoe__gal?And now, back to the Scramble for Africa. What glee.
