Nothing Is Real

OMG I WAS SO WORRIED THAT I'D HAVE TO READ THOMAS HARDY IN MY 20TH CENTURY BRITLIT COURSE BECAUSE HE'S A FLIPPING STAPLE AND MY TEACHER FOR THE COURSE IS OBSESSED WITH MICHAEL WINTERBOTTOM WHO IS IN TURN OBSESSED WITH HARDY. AND MY BRITLIT TEACHER SAID WE'D BE WATCHING FILMS AS PART OF THE COURSE AND I ONLY REALISED TODAY THAT THAT MIGHT MEAN I HAVE TO WATCH JUDE AGAIN.
But then I looked it up and discovered that it's Part 2 which means it's the 1950's to 2000. So I'm vastly relieved. Hopefully, when I do Part 1, he won't be the teacher because despite how much I love Christopher Eccleston (and the brief David Tennant cameo), I really can't sit through that much depression and lack of storyline again. Or, you know, try to READ that lack of storyline.
Not a Hardy fan. But I know I'll have to read him in school eventually. Bah. Well, at least I'll get to wait a year.