Monday, November 24, 2008
Self praise is no praise - a post with lots of italics
That's one thing that Mr French Fancy used to say to me fairly often when we were just forming our link.
self praise is no praise
Maybe it was because I was the adored only child of older than average parents, but I used to say good things about myself quite often. It was even encouraged - you've got to love and believe in yourself - my mum used to tell me. The thing is that if you go on about yourself too much then other people can think you are a bit big-headed. You are meant to know your place.Actually nobody has ever said that to me - but sometimes I think they wished they had (not Mr FF - that goes without saying).
Now I am someone who 'messed about' at school. My reports always said has potential but must try harder - but I didn't. I was top in English and won the county spelling bee, but in most other subjects I was about average or - when it came to the Sciences - near the bottom. Maybe it's because of being near the bottom in so much that my mother told me to accentuate the positive.
If only my parents were still around to know that I'm doing quite well with my Open University course. Hopefully - if all goes according to plan - I'll get my BA in Humanities in about 2011. I can attend the degree ceremony at either the Barbican or Versailles - I don't think it's in the fancy bit of the palace though, shame eh?
All this brings me to the title of this post - self praise is no praise. I've just had my essay on Don Giovanni marked and I got 81%. It's hard not to feel happy, especially as the first essay of any new course is always a bit more difficult. I'm just about to start planning the second essay which delights in the title:
Compare and contrast the ways in which painted portraits of Napoleon contributed to the political legitimisation of his regime.
Oh well, it keeps me off the streets.