I created this blog for two main reasons; one, so that I can relay my experiences when I get to Jerusalem, and two, to share things that make me happy.  I did not want, nor expect to use this as a means for ranting.  Unfortunately, at this time I am finding it absolutely necessary to unleash the feelings that have consumed my heart for nearly one whole day.  

Academic Writing.

I just hate it.  I actually enjoy writing, when I can do it my way, write how I feel, incorporate personal stories, examples etc...  I get frustrated when i have to write a paper that is basically a compilation of quotes from various books, newspapers, and magazines, with a few original thoughts incorporated throughout.  The style just doesn’t fit me, I almost feel like I’m lying to my reading audience (which is always only one person, a TA who probably graduated with me and has no real training or experience either).  So in order to demonstrate that fake feeling that I have been feeling, I will use one of the great products of the nineties.  Friends.

In this scene, Phoebe (me) doesn’t feel like her originality and personality (writing styles) are good enough for her boyfriends parents (history professor).  So she tries to change so that she can meet the expectations of the aristocratic parentals.  I totally get symbolism.

Okay so I’m not that mad, mostly I just wanted to put a Friends clip on my blog, and don't call me Shirtley