I'm tired so English blah

So I get up 7am blah. Get on the bus and don't notice it says Charing Cross or do notice but think it's an 18 I can stay on longer yay. So the driver takes me down the m8 and shouts at me when I complain. He opens the doors though but doesn't actually stop so I have to jump. Classics is pointless because it's an essay handback tutorial. First off I got a fucking A on an essay about two books I didn't read because I'm a fucking genius at blagging so I certainly didn't need the tutorial. Moderately pretty girl who's unfortunately very obviously from Birmingham and speaks so loud did well too. I was glad. I was glad because I remember her name and that she's from Birmingham and has a stupid colour of hair. She has an identity and I'm glad she did well but not better than me. Then the tutor who is not our lovely Greek but an English gay (still lovely though) tells us that nobody answered the question I did right that he'd read. But I totally did, see the aforementioned A. Then he puts up a godawful hypothetical question on Virgil. I have not read him yet. I have not attended any of the lectures on him bar the one I've blogged about. Togas hurray. He writes up the way French people do essays apparently. The structure goes thesis, antithesis, synthesis. He proposes we come up with one for the question.

Dead silence.

"Well get into groups then. Talk it over."

Birmingham girl has read the book. She doesn't really want to talk. None of us have the book with us.

"Well," I begin with no real idea and they all look at me expectantly. Balls.

"Thesis could be the comparison with Homer and epic and bam there's the big build up, look at me I can write epic stuff. Antithesis is well the negative of comparing to Homer. And then synthesis I don't know because I haven't read it."

Dead silence.

"Well you can say that then." Balls.

Gay tutor looks hella bored as he interrupts the sleepy silence and asks "So anyone cracked it?"

Deadest silence of all. I laugh. Why do I always laugh. He looks at me and I try to make words good. Basically I repeat what I just wrote but slightly more eloquently. Then I started speaking a little too much and ruined the effect but still I got a look of admiration.

"Very interesting. I wasn't thinking that at all." And then he starts talking about the rushed epic opening mimicking a later scene in the Odyssey and how Virgil became the epic man to copy and not Homer. He talks style and lots of words and I beam.

It was almost worth waking up so very early and being kidnapped by an irate bus driver.