Before I do anything more. I will need to create art.

I try and recall the times I managed to write a psychology research paper, with data collected, all by myself on my internship.

I don't get how I cannot write a 1.5 k word essay on literature education and method.

I know what to write... i love the topic.... I am just unable to.

What I learnt is this ( Read more... )

There seems to be very little reason to press forward. The work is hard, the harvest minimal. The system thankless and people unkind. Tell me why people. They say those that can't, teach. Which is true of my american journalist turned teacher friend. But for me I can't quite imagine doing anything else. (which might mean that earlier statement is ( Read more... )

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The Stranger by Charles Baudelaire ( Read more... )

when you convince yourself that psuedo productivity is well worth your precious pre-exam study time...

“There's a race of men that don't fit in,
A race that can't sit still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain's crest;
Their's is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don't know how to rest.”

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Why is it that everytime I tell someone I am studying to be a teacher I always have to prove myself that i am somewhat worthy ( Read more... )