I've already said I love Shakespeare. But I adore Hamlet.
We're currently reading it in AP Literature, and oh my goodness it makes me so happy. (This is the third time I've read it, but now I get to actually do analysis on it and everything!!!)
Yesterday I spent a bit of time finding Hamlet videos on YouTube, just because I could, and I had my dad order me Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead from my town's bookstore.
I also came up with a couple name for Hamlet and Ophelia. Omelet.
That's all I have to say on the subject for now...
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Monday, October 31, 2011
Halloween
So, for Halloween I was Wednesday Addams. I dressed up for school and wore my costume for the whole day.
It was fun, and actually quite a few people got who I was, which made me really happy. I was not expecting to have people really understand my costume. I also don't have school tomorrow, but I'll be spending the day doing homework, college-prep, interviewing, and doing a chat for one of the colleges I'm really attached to.
As much as I like school (and I really do love it) I can't wait until I have days off after I've applied to college, because then I'll be able to breathe, and have fun (which for me translates to: going to bookstores, wandering around, writing, and reading. Oh, and maybe watching something fun).
In AP Literature we're going to start Othello soon, which I am so excited for. On my iPhone, I have a "Shakespeare App", which has all of his plays and his sonnets. It's probably my favorite app that I have or ever will have, because what on earth is better than having all of Shakespeare's plays literally in the palm of your hand? And no, I'm not being sarcastic. If you know me, you know that I get rather enthused about things like this. But my point about Othello (other than it's wonder and beauty) is that there's a character in in named Emilia (which is very close to my name). But she dies. Supposedly. Which is what happens in all of Shakespeare's tragedies, I know, but still. It'll be weird to have a character with basically my name die. Oh boy!
So, back on the topic of Halloween... I really was in the mood to watch a scary movie tonight. But I don't own any, and there weren't any on the TV channels that we get. So I didn't get to watch one. Which kind of makes me sad. Because I would've loved to sit down and eat popcorn and drink water and tea and watch a creepy movie (preferably from the 80s or something, because those are always fun. But any scary movie would've done well.)
Okay, I'm off to work on Calculus homework!
It was fun, and actually quite a few people got who I was, which made me really happy. I was not expecting to have people really understand my costume. I also don't have school tomorrow, but I'll be spending the day doing homework, college-prep, interviewing, and doing a chat for one of the colleges I'm really attached to.
As much as I like school (and I really do love it) I can't wait until I have days off after I've applied to college, because then I'll be able to breathe, and have fun (which for me translates to: going to bookstores, wandering around, writing, and reading. Oh, and maybe watching something fun).
In AP Literature we're going to start Othello soon, which I am so excited for. On my iPhone, I have a "Shakespeare App", which has all of his plays and his sonnets. It's probably my favorite app that I have or ever will have, because what on earth is better than having all of Shakespeare's plays literally in the palm of your hand? And no, I'm not being sarcastic. If you know me, you know that I get rather enthused about things like this. But my point about Othello (other than it's wonder and beauty) is that there's a character in in named Emilia (which is very close to my name). But she dies. Supposedly. Which is what happens in all of Shakespeare's tragedies, I know, but still. It'll be weird to have a character with basically my name die. Oh boy!
So, back on the topic of Halloween... I really was in the mood to watch a scary movie tonight. But I don't own any, and there weren't any on the TV channels that we get. So I didn't get to watch one. Which kind of makes me sad. Because I would've loved to sit down and eat popcorn and drink water and tea and watch a creepy movie (preferably from the 80s or something, because those are always fun. But any scary movie would've done well.)
Okay, I'm off to work on Calculus homework!
Friday, October 28, 2011
Dreams Do Come True
Today, in English class we talked about Sylvia Plath.
We just finished Oedipus Tyrannus (which is the same as Oedipus Rex, in case you were wondering.) So, anyways, after we finished my English teacher goes:
"So, does anyone know who Sylvia Plath is?"
My hand shoots up, and she sort of smiles and then calls on me. I proceed to give a very brief description of who Sylvia was (though in all honesty I could have gone on for quite a long time.) Funny enough, we were talking about irony today as well, and, ironically today I had chosen to wear my The Bell Jar t-shirt.
In case you had no idea, I'm more than a little obsessed with Sylvia Plath. I own multiple copies of The Bell Jar, would like to own more copies, have read her letters, her poems, and have asked to receive her diaries for my birthday this year.
This was second period (so around 9:30am) and it just made me feel giddy for the rest of the day. I went up after class and told my teacher about my love for Sylvia Plath.
The thing about Sylvia is that she is a sort of role model to me, though I do not desire to stick my head into an oven. I feel a desire to learn everything about her, to visit her home, her grave, to see her writings, to hear her speak. I want to time travel back to when she was still alive and go out to tea with her. We'd sit together and discuss literature and writing, and then we would go for a long walk in nature. I'd hug her, watch over her, and make her cookies when she felt sad. I'd tell her that she doesn't need Ted, that he's no good for her. I'd try to save her as best as I could.
Why did my English teacher ask us who Sylvia was?
Because we get to annotate and then analyze one of her poems in which she makes an allusion to Oedipus Tyrannus. Just, AH! My dream! I get to analyze Sylvia Plath for a grade! English class this year is turning into a dream come true.
We just finished Oedipus Tyrannus (which is the same as Oedipus Rex, in case you were wondering.) So, anyways, after we finished my English teacher goes:
"So, does anyone know who Sylvia Plath is?"
In case you had no idea, I'm more than a little obsessed with Sylvia Plath. I own multiple copies of The Bell Jar, would like to own more copies, have read her letters, her poems, and have asked to receive her diaries for my birthday this year.
This was second period (so around 9:30am) and it just made me feel giddy for the rest of the day. I went up after class and told my teacher about my love for Sylvia Plath.
The thing about Sylvia is that she is a sort of role model to me, though I do not desire to stick my head into an oven. I feel a desire to learn everything about her, to visit her home, her grave, to see her writings, to hear her speak. I want to time travel back to when she was still alive and go out to tea with her. We'd sit together and discuss literature and writing, and then we would go for a long walk in nature. I'd hug her, watch over her, and make her cookies when she felt sad. I'd tell her that she doesn't need Ted, that he's no good for her. I'd try to save her as best as I could.
Why did my English teacher ask us who Sylvia was?
Because we get to annotate and then analyze one of her poems in which she makes an allusion to Oedipus Tyrannus. Just, AH! My dream! I get to analyze Sylvia Plath for a grade! English class this year is turning into a dream come true.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
The Smell of Books
Today my English class took a field trip.
To the "book room" at my school. aka the room full of all the books all the English classes at my school read.
The minute we entered I breathed in the smell and I smiled. The smell of books is one of my favorite smells in the whole world. If Amortentia were real, I would smell: the smell of books, new and old; peppermint; and the smell of grass after a rainstorm.
Anyways, so there I was, with my English class, in the book room. I honestly felt as though I was in heaven-- surrounded by Frankenstein, the works of Shakespeare, 1984, works of Toni Morrison, and many more that I do not specifically remember at this time. A friend in my class made a comment that maybe I should live in there during the summer, to which I replied "Yes! School and Books!" which elicited a smile from my English teacher. The three of us, while walking back to the classroom proceeded to discuss college libraries.
This was one of the best moments of my senior year so far.
I just had another thought: What if we get to go to the book room every time we start a new book?!
Oh, I really hope we do!
To the "book room" at my school. aka the room full of all the books all the English classes at my school read.
The minute we entered I breathed in the smell and I smiled. The smell of books is one of my favorite smells in the whole world. If Amortentia were real, I would smell: the smell of books, new and old; peppermint; and the smell of grass after a rainstorm.
Anyways, so there I was, with my English class, in the book room. I honestly felt as though I was in heaven-- surrounded by Frankenstein, the works of Shakespeare, 1984, works of Toni Morrison, and many more that I do not specifically remember at this time. A friend in my class made a comment that maybe I should live in there during the summer, to which I replied "Yes! School and Books!" which elicited a smile from my English teacher. The three of us, while walking back to the classroom proceeded to discuss college libraries.
This was one of the best moments of my senior year so far.
I just had another thought: What if we get to go to the book room every time we start a new book?!
Oh, I really hope we do!
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