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My professor is forcing me to annotate my summer reading and I’m about to KILL A BITCH

Is he in love?

Book: Emma by Jane Austen

Sometimes a girl annotates a book by writing “fuck” next to a sentence that hits hard

Thinking of annotating a book of mine always wanted to try it

September 8 , 2024

My mother's gifts of courage to me were both large and small. The latter are woven so subtly into the fabric of my psyche that I can hardly distinguish where she stops and I begin.

Maya Angelou, Mom & Me & Mom

22nd of June, Saturday

Wrote some French compositions and trained for my oral exam

Read some C1 articles for better knowledge of the themes that might appear on the exam

Finished reading ‘Swimming in the dark’ by Tomasz Jedrowski

Started reading ‘Letters of transit’, edited André Aciman

Watched ‘The Wind Rises’ in the French dub

Read some letters by John Keats

Notes of the day:

Finally getting back to my previous reading flow, I have collected a rather ambitious number of books that I must read before my trip to London. Most of them are related to exile, language and how one carries one’s own culture through writing.

I have just been told that I will have to do two 8 hour shifts next week as a student ambassador and I am trying not to lose my mind with the amount of pain killers I’ll have to consume to keep my sanity in check.

Next week is the last week of my internship, which means more time to study for my language exam. It is getting sunnier which means I’ll have to procure something outside of my fully black wardrobe and start finding coffee shops to study.

does mailing her annotated copies of song of achilles, aristotle and dante & rwrb with the sentences about loving people more than your self and about missing someone more than you breathe count as a love confession

annotating books is so hard, because there is so much commitment behind putting the pen to the paper

30. 1. 2020 My first finals are over!

Today was my last exam in this semester and it went waaaaay better than I could have dreamed of. I feel really proud of myself on this day, so I'm just having a quiet afternoon to myself reading Robert Louis Stevenson's The Suicide Club.

I know some places people have to annotate books for school but we don't really teach literature like that here in the Czech Republic. It's just something I'd started doing for fun, because I really enjoy it. Some books just fill me with many thoughts :D

Now I will have two weeks off before the spring semester starts :) I'll see what I get up to and if I'll have something to post for you ♡

“What came is gone forever every time – that is good! That leaves it open for no regret…” – Allen Ginsberg (Kaddish)

25. 9. 2020 - Eventually I sort of stopped talking about me trying to change my major on this blog, because a) I wasn’t sure if there’s anyone at all that’s following that saga, even though that’s why I made this blog to begin with and b) everything in the world got so complicated even I myself didn’t get the time to stop and think about my progress. But for anyone that was still wondering and wanted to know:

I got accepted to English Language and Literature and am starting school on 5th October. I still had some finals to do and other stuff so that fact didn’t register for me for weeks. But now that’s all done, I filled in a form to leave my previous field of study minutes ago and it has finally hit me, that I made it and it’s real and it’s happening. And although most of my classes will be distance learning and I hope I’ll get to make some friends and not be completely lonely, unlike last year when I was entering uni for the first time, I am so overwhelmingly excited for it all. And most of all, I am extremely happy today.

I might make some infographics about what I learned through this experience like I was planning on when I made this blog, but that will probably come at a later time. Now I want to take a moment to bask in this good feeling and live in the present; leave it completely behind just for a bit. I want to read some of the books I’ve had on my list for years, so I opened Hermann Hesse’s Demian this morning. Later I’m meeting some of my friends from high school and having a sleepover.

I wish every one of you a good day! 🥰

4. 10. 2020 - I finished reading the first chapter of Demian yesterday. I know, it took me a while :D But this chapter titled Two Worlds instantly reminded me of when we were learning about Melanie Klein and child psychology in high school, so I spent a lot of time reading up on that aswell and adding sticky notes and scribbles into my book.

Semester starts tomorrow but I won't have many classes yet. Still, I'm vibrating with excitement.

Some annotations I made in The Goldfinch ❤️

I've started writing on, and dog earing the books that I'm reading. I hadn't been doing so before not for the lack of thoughts but I was afraid to do so, as though some "devine retribution" awaited me if I did xD

But recently, I read on a nice Tumblr post on annotating books, "you owning them is what gives them meaning". And since then, I've been looking at my books in a new light.

I've read countless books and have had a wealth of opinions on them, but not one to flip through and reminisce. Sad, don't you think?

So now, with love, I now scribble my raw thoughts on them, I make them "mine". Hoping maybe someday, a few good decades down the road, some fresh mind will find my books in a thrift store, flip through them and agree.

🌸❤

What do you do when you feel yourself lose the confidence you once used to have?

How do you get yourself back?

I lay awake at nights these days, asking myself over and over again,

"where did she go?"

My blurry pictures and I are back 🌸❤

I think I'm holding my happiness prisoner.

I'm no longer trapped in my past no, but in some twisted manner, I'm trapped in my present. And I'm running, and running and running but getting nowhere.

Am I unable to feel happiness or am I not letting myself be happy?

I have planned my life to the very last second and for some reason I have decided that I will be happy only when my life is the way I've planned it out to be.

I tell myself I'll be happy tomorrow. Tomorrow when I'm living better, tomorrow when I'm loved, tomorrow when I love.

And deep down, I feel that maybe I'm not letting myself be happy in my now.

Is it okay to be happy now?

Do I have to wait for every last wrinkle in my life to be ironed out and dealt with, before I can allow myself to smile and live and walk towards my good future?

Am I running and running and not reaching the future I have in my mind because I'm not letting myself be happy along the way?

I don't know.

I'm not happy now, but I think I'd like to be.