May. 30th, 2015

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I get that the endless descriptive unfucking updates I'm capable of are not to everyone's taste, so I've given it a seperate tumblr here. So if you like pretty pictures of the messier parts of people's homes, that's the place to look.

The wider context of this post is my endless attempts to unfuck my 'study' (euphemism for 'dumping ground', but I don't want it to be!), starting with the many bags of assorted papers my parents brought over on their last visit, which happened to be when I was going through an epic depressive phase and not in the best condition to deal with it. These bags had been occupying the doorway for a couple of months and hindering my efforts to do anything that involved having access to the room.

Content warning - abusive relationship talk )
Pretty cool to go through the university stuff though. I'd worried a bit that I wouldn't be able to get rid of any of that. Some things, however, were obvious recycling candidates - there were modules I had to take that brought me no joy whatsoever. Of course there were also modules that are still relevant to things I do or might teach, so I hung onto a lot of papers from those. I also now have a stock of early essays to show my students that, actually, the sort of critical comments I give them aren't an academic death sentence - I had at least my fair share, especially in the early stages. It's frustrating that the general unsortedness of my mid-to-late twenties meant that certain things weren't available to me when I was teaching relevant subjects over the last couple of years.

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