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The Light at the end of the Tunnel

Only a few more weeks of school are left. My last final is on the 23rd... And I'm ready for it.

I finished The Crying of Lot 49 before the backpacking trip. It was an excellent book. Since I identify myself more and more with Postmodernism, I was especially fond of what the book had to say about truth and the nature of knowing. A short read, recommended to everyone who isn't easily offended by sex and language (by the way, the book is absolutely hilarious!).

I finished Voltaire's Candide during break as well. It was an interesting contrast to Pascal. Although I do not agree with either Pascal or Voltaire's philosophy (as much as Voltaire was able to express his philosophy in a satire), I tend to find Voltaire's thoughts a little more honest. Another humorous piece of literature, that Candide.

This week's book in my Novel class was Beloved by Toni Morrison. It is not funny at all; in fact, it is very serious - and very excellently written. Morrison won the Nobel prize, and it is easy to see why when reading this book about a mother who killed her own child rather than risk it being sent back down south into slavery.

Most recently (today), I finished a feminist/postmodern book called Women as Lovers written by Austrian writer Elfriede Jelinek. The book is very depressing, although there are some humorous parts. Mostly, Jelinek wants to point out the plight of most women in today's society. The more I hated the situations I found the characters in, the more I realized how truly those situations play out in today's society, if to a slightly lesser extent.

Tonight is the second night of the one-act practices. I play Agent Wesson, sidekick to Agent Smith, in Dinner With the MacGuffins, a play heavily influenced by Hitchcock movies. It's a hoot.

Last week was registration. I think I have my classes for next year figured out. I'll update you. This week is "Room Rush" here at SC. That means all of the students are trying to snag up the best rooms for next year. Unfortunately, I may not get a single room like I wanted, but at least I'll be able to move out of 2nd floor Campbell (which is a little taste of Hell).

That seems enough for now.

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