"It is not the ctitic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."

~Theodore Roosevelt


Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Half-way...

~Trust your own instinct. Your mistakes might as well be your own, instead of someone else's. ~Billy Wilder

This post is my 101st post this year. That is how many posts I wrote last year. I think it's pretty awesome that in three and a half months I've written as much as I wrote in ten and a half months last year :)

I am now half-way through my paper! And it's only six o'clock. Haha, but I shouldn't jinx it... I want to get it done and out of the way. But I know after this I start six days of studying. And I really don't want to go there.

So on my last British rolling final today the last question was about what our favorite piece of writing was from the semester. For that class, it was hard enough to find one remembered let alone liked at all. But then we had to explain why we liked it based on literary aspects and conventions and whatnot-nothing "touchy-feely." I can understand that. But I also found it a little strange. Because generally I don't like something because of it's literary aspects. Maybe I'm just crazy. I don't know. It wasn't "What was the most important thing you learned?" or "What do you wish we had done differently?" or anything like that. It was just odd to me.

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