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Friday, April 20, 2007
"O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!" How odd is it that after struggling for so long with annoying essays, I get my two highest marks, marks I never dreamed of; that I never even knew existed, in my third year and my Honours year, and both from the same tutor; who is the most pedantic, anal-retentive, hard-arsed, hard-but-fair, head of anti-plagiarism in Monash, scary American feminist lady. Maybe my efforts are starting to pay off. Nevertheless, it gives me a warm feeling in my heart. So what if I didn't get the scholarship? I've proved to myself that I'm capable, and that's all that matters. And ironically, they were the two essays that I was the most unconfident about, and that I thought I was way off the mark, and hence did a truckload of research. Now we see where the secret lies. Research, and pedantic MLA. MLA works wonders for you if you look after it. But on, back to working on my current essay. Let's hope there's magic left in me yet to cast on it.
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