As you guys may have surmised by the grievous lack of entries lately, this semester is kicking my ass. But I still have time share a stupidly funny thing I did the other day.
For "Literature of the Roaring 20s," we were assigned to read a book called "Critical Theory Today" by Lois Tyson. In it, she explains about a dozen critical theory lenses and supplies a sample essay that applies each theory to "The Great Gatsby."
Our assignment was to write a brief paper explaining which theories we found most and least useful.
When I got my paper back, I saw there were a few underlined spots and question marks on the first page. When I looked more closely, I saw what I'd done. It made me crack up.
Apparently, for the whole first page of the paper, I referred to Lois Tyson as Lois Duncan.
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So not the same thing. Good lord, I need a weekend.