You can’t set your heart on the 12 days of Christmas if it’s busy breaking over a 12-page paper.
I jest, but only a little bit. Know that every line of dark humor holds a kernel of truth.
Today, I spent the better part of six hours holed up working on my final project for my Shakespeare course. I say “holed up,” as if being forced to study in a very nice, clean, beautiful designed, spacious café with the perfect level of background noise was the worst that could have happened to me today.
I can’t quite post about what I’ve been working on (you know, until I turn it in, but also until I finish it!). When I do hand it in and am allowed to post about it, steel yourself for a final that is going to be deliciously and unapologetically nerdy.
And yet the tears that threatened to spill over during intermission still occupy a lump in my throat.
While they were more tears of exhaustion than joy for “King Lear,” I was definitely too happy to be standing on the Globe stage in October. All of my classmates were timid, stilted. I was gearing up for my 15 minutes, even if my “groundlings” were just fellow tourists doing the Globe tour, too.
I wish I could go back in time and tell the kid beefing with her third-grade best friend over a bowdlerized “Romeo + Juliet” she’d one day stand in the premiere London space for William Shakespeare’s works.
While Shakespeare is the most salient to me right now (with a final paper and an in-person exam), I also have my black British music exam to prepare for. I’m meeting up with my group tomorrow.
With the grace of a good soya vanilla latte and a pastry, I’m hoping to get done what we need to get done to finish the semester strong.