The Shinglish Patient, or, some thoughts on going to college part 2

Confined from the outside world, I have been forced to lie around in bed all day, in various states of undress (by necessity; chafing is not cool), lamenting the lost beauty and wholeness of my bruised, burning body. I am trying very hard to put off reading Mrs Dalloway for English 4W (god, if there's one literary technique that drives me crazy it's stream of consciousness) so I tackled the easier of my college preparation work: watching The Graduate. It was a littttttle underwhelming but I am looking forward to delving into its angst-ridden malaise and alienation when class starts. Next up, Godfather 2, hooray.