Croce

This is how Croce made me feel. Not because he was terribly convincing, but because, after suffering through over a hundred pages of his dense prose in a day, I was ready to just throw in the towel.

This particular day was a beat-down, but ultimately very rewarding. I sat in on a Postcolonial Theory and Lit class, and attended my regular Bakhtin class, for which I read Croce. I have a friend, Sarah (of the Ghost Hands blip) who's taking both of these classes every week. I don't know how she's doing it, but I bow before her. I'm doing this again next week. so I'm hoping to stay on top of my readings.