The good thing about being in a class full of English majors is that you aren’t the only one crying when an author makes a speech about how he knew that he was making a difference with his words when children knocked on his door at Halloween and they were dressed as his book characters, sent him fan mail, and even had birthday cakes that were decorated with things that he himself had imagined such a long time ago. Characters from a book that was constantly turned down until one publishing company finally took a chance on him and printed his it. It wasn’t just his book anymore, it was the reader’s book as well. It belonged to whoever connected with it. That’s when he knew that he had made. It wasn’t just an idea in his head, or a rough draft, no, it was something much more than that.
I was supposed to finish up my essays, but all I did was marathon the Harry Potter movies and now I have to finish 4 essays before tomorrow night. I can’t even think about what to write because all that I’m thinking is : You did this to yourself.
One final in-class essay for Peter Pan today and then it’s time to leave Neverland.
Need roughly around 300 pages to finish Les Miserables. So close now.
Today was a good day
Got called a badass by a fellow classmate. It was about the Professor using my Alice In Wonderland essay to teach the class but still. That’s as badass as I’m ever going to get.
Remember that one time I was this close to Marina? That was a fun night.
Went to a Shakespeare play with Sam and it was ahhh lovely.
Such a coincidence that the Marie Antoinette movie I bought a while ago should arrive in the mail on her death anniversary
I’m writing an essay on Hector from The Iliad and Enjolras from Les Miserables and I feel like it’s just a very long fangirl letter rather than an actual paper.
I wrote a 5 page feminist essay on Beauty and the Beast for English. This is it. This essay captures my essence.