A Room of One's Own Lesson Plan

This prompt refers to the following passage: “It was impossible to make head or tail of it all, I decided, glancing with envy at the reader next door who was making the neatest abstracts, headed often with an A or a B or a C, while my own notebook rioted with the wildest scribble of contradictory jottings. It was distressing, it was bewildering, it was humiliating. Truth had run through my fingers. Every drop had escaped.” Where in the text does this passage occur–what is Woolf doing as she describes her envy of the person next to her? Why do you think she values order and linearity over chaos and nonlinearity here? Do you agree with her that order is superior to, or closer to truth...