Today is beautiful. Forty's this morning, a crisp clear sky.
Unfortunately more violence here at home this week.
My fear is that this is simply a distraction from the presidents failure with the Syria situation. I pray that these killing are not a political tool.
While I do enjoy my classes I was extremely irritated today with my English Literature professor. On two separate occasions while discussing Angela Carter's "Snow Child" with the class, she incorrectly cited events in the two page story. This drove the dialogue down a different assumption path than the facts were indicating.
The story is Angela Carter's prose on the fairy tail of Snow White. Her thoughts seem to indicate that women are valued only as sexual tools and are devoid of any real substance. However, the hour we spent discussing the minuscule text seemed to lead us around the central point without actually discussing it.
When the professor made her second incorrect statement I interjected that she had the details incorrect. She responded with, "that is what the text says." I was more than happy to read directly from the text.
The Count picked up the rose, bowed and handed it to his wife; when she touched it, she dropped it.
'It bites!' She said.
The professor was trying to insinuate that the countess refused to accept the rose. But clearly the text says the she takes possession of the rose even though the rose hurts her. The professor asked me what I thought Angela Carter was trying to indicate with my supposed difference without any sort of correction or acceptance of the information that I presented. My only real concern was accuracy to the original text, without any concern with the fine intricacies of this specific point. We then spent five minutes discussing the countesses lack of or acceptance of the rose. I am so baffled as to the intentions of this class and its direction. Onward and upward. I'll pass this class regardless.
