Chris Morley

My thoughts are not yet unified, much to my chagrin. They remain disorganised, scattered clumps of inspiration, pathetic piles of discarded ideas, YET, all is not yet lost, hope remains for the tattered flag flying over my body, the dimmed beacon may soon shine brightly, for, I have been trying to unify my thoughts, become conscious of the value of the exercise. It is only a matter of time until I learn how 2 relates to a fish relates to James Joyce relates to my life, and revel in the Yeats' divine light. I almost regret writing this when I am in such a state, the combination of the Worthington Essay (due Monday, really only started on Friday) and partying all Saturday night have left me somewhat of a mental, physical and emotional wreck, yet, I have gained sufficient wisdom under Bump's learned tutelage that I do not dismiss out-of-hand my poor state and confused output as a regrettable mistake, no no, I accept it as the true meaning of E603A, I have become the course. How so? I hear the muddled masses murmur. Yea, I say to them, and verily, also, I am living the college experience, I am worn out from writing an essay for a Plan II competition which, if I win, will enable me to go home for Christmas; worn out from immersing myself in all that this place I am now in offers me; and worn out from trying to organise myself in to an appropriate state of mind to approach the daunting task of completing my many English assignments. It would seem that I have learnt a great deal, so far, the task ahead is in applying a more subtle version of unification, one which does not result in a splitting headache and writing assignments which surely should never be seen by another. I have learnt, indeed, that while I may have to refine the application of synthesis in my writing and reading style, the world is a never ending treasure trove of quantified information, searching for a qualitative home such that I have no trouble examining the thousand and one people I met Saturday night in the context of my type as a 'Champion', outgoing and, apparently, charismatic.

Just as I do in my personal relations, I look, in my writing, to both educate and be educated, I love meeting new people as much as I love reading new books, and I love talking with them as much as I love writing and orating. In my scholastic education I look to learn as much as possible, simply because I enjoy doing so, a store of knowledge and the ability to process this, to compare it and to express it is everything I desire from university. I see World Lit. as an opportunity to experience a course devoted to this goal, achieving it through the welcome medium of the written word and through the places we inhabit. I look for nothing more than similar experience from life, a plethora of experiences to shape me, the strength of my character to shape the world. I believe I will do well in the course, not through any innate ability, but through desire and curiosity. I ave already managed to shape the course somewhat, providing music in one lesson that, I think, applied to the course goals.

My strongest goal in terms of my literary style is to overcome my habit of assuming that the reader (or listener) works from the same perspective or knowledge base that I do, I must not confuse my “distinctly expressed intuitive personality” with the personalities of others, who may desire an explanation of my statements, perhaps even some factual evidence to support my many generalised and unsubstantiated claims. Let us work to that.