Official
I am now officially a university student. Test my new email address (r.leow AT warwick DOT ac DOT uk), if you are so inclined.
Currently, I am occupying myself with being summarily terrified by my module syllabi. Not only is there a total of 15-20 texts to be read for each seminar (of which there are TEN per term), but the cumulative end effect of said seminars - so it is claimed - is that I will apparently be able to answer questions like these:
- Is history a social science or a literary genre?
- ‘Historical questions of importance can never provide certain solutions, only probable ones.’ Discuss.
- ‘Now that all the grand narratives of history have been abandoned, historians can only find interest in microhistory.’ Do you agree?
- Can a historian be a structuralist?
- ‘All history returns to the political.’ Discuss.
Some extremely thought-provoking and fear-evoking questions. Rarely have I ever felt more academically inadequate than at this very moment.
Sometimes I am struck by a feeling that I am physically incapable of learning any more than I have learnt so far in my life. I feel as though I could not write a better essay, or understand anything more, or learn anything more; not out of arrogance, but simply out of lack of capacity. Perhaps it is the languidity of summer that is dulling my academic inclination.
In short, therefore, I am Extremely Intimidated.