I still don't understand what the big deal is with Shakespeare. Some might say that comment is sacreligious for an English major, but I'm over it. To be honest, I don't think I've given ol' William a fair shot, but I don't really want to. I spent my Wednesday morning and afternoon brooding over Twelfth Night between private study and class time, but there's no hope. Thankfully, we don't have to read any more plays this semester! Just critical essays. Shakespeare class carried on as usual from 11:30-3ish. It's kinda lame but awesome at the same time that my professor (or lecturer as they call them over here) is never on time. We get long breaks and always start at least 5 minutes late. So far, the only things that start on time in this city are the two classes I have with the same genius professor who greets students who walk in at 9:40 instead of 9:30 by saying, "good evening." I wasn't being sarcastic when I called him a genius; he really is, but he's tough. Still, I appreciate his punctuality.
During the last 45 minutes or so of Shakespeare class when our lecturer delivered his slideshow of facts that we won't need for any assessment, I totally zoned out. After scribbling what looked like Siamese twin-Christmas trees on the back of one of my folders, I pulled out my Muse notebook and started jotting down possible lyrics for a song. In response to the hooplah about Shakespeare being inspirational, I must say that the atmosphere was not conducive to inspirational lyrics. It helped to pass the time anyway. Ok, now that I've bagged on Shakespeare, I'll abandon the negativity and move on.
I think it would be safe to say that I have spent a good portion of my time lately just pouring into my assignments. Yesterday evening, I worked on an essay for a few hours and had to skip out on the pub with our Bible study. Crunch time! Today, I had a tutorial about my roughly drafted essay in leiu of class. Then, lunchtime and more work. I needed some fresh air and also some groceries, so I decided to walk down snow-covered Snakes Lane to Tesco. The campus is so beautiful covered in snow! It looked like powdered sugar, which might help to explain why I bought an abnormally large amount of sweets at Tesco : ) When I'm not in a hurry or frustrated about waiting for the bus, I really enjoy the walk down Snakes Lane (in the day of course. It's super creepy at night, and there are foxes running around just waiting to gnaw on your ankles and attack your jugular.) I'll have to take some pictures or a short video to show you (not the foxes; the scenery). Even though it has been snowing, it's not as cold as I would expect. Here's a random question: Why is snow white? I thought of that today, and I don't know. I took the bus back to campus because it was already getting dark at 4:15. After unpacking and having a cup of tea, I was off to do more work in the library. I spent over 3 hours in the music lab working on some very difficult assignments. The good news is I feel like I actually made some substantial progress today, even though I nearly fried my brain doing it.
Now it's time for a shameful confession: I had cookies for dinner. What's worse, I had pizza for lunch and forgot to take my vitamin today. Oh no, I'm gonna fall apart. I DID buy spinach and salmon at the store. That's a step in the right direction, even though they were right next to my chocolate bar.
I couldn't bring myself to do any more work tonight, so I watched a couple episodes of Glee and loved it. Now, I'm exhausted and have a headache (probably from voluntary malnutrition). I'm going to the city tomorrow with a friend which will be very welcome breath of fresh air. Yay - the weekend!!! And Vienna next Thursday - woah, that's sneaking up fast!
Wow, I really must be tired because I failed to mention the biggest news of the day. Due to the unusually stormy/snowy weather all around Britain, the Messiah concert (the one I have spent hours rehearsing for, the one that haunts me in my sleep and waking hours, the one that is the substance of my vocal bootcamp training) - was CANCELLED! I couldn't believe it. Too many of the performers were stuck because of the elements, and people were asking for refunds on their tickets because they couldn't get there. The choir is going to perform Messiah in the spring sometime close to Easter, but I'll be back in California by then. I'm ok with it. It wasn't my thing anyway. I was just an exploited student whose arm had been twisted behind her back to get her to contribute. So, here ends my love/hate relationship with Handel's Messiah. May it rest in peace in my past and never surface to haunt me again.
Prayer Request of the Day: That I would rest in the Lord at this time of year when things start to get exhausting.
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