I miss my English Classes

I just realized what's been bugging me about this semester. I don't have a single English Class. No Chaucer, no Shakespeare, nadda. No wonder I'm reading everything I can get my hands on and doing Latin exercises like it is going out of style.

This also comes to the heart of my ongoing History or English grad school debate. Which way do I go? I love them both when it comes to the Middle Ages (and I adored my Shakespeare class but I think that's my love of theatre in part).

I need to sit down write up a long post about this if only to try and work some more things through in my head. I also need to sit down with our fab new Medievalist and ask her some advise, not to mention talk to the Medievalists in the English deparment as well.

I find...

I don't have much to say on academic life at the moment. Though I'm sure I'll find something to talk about.

My brain is still in summer mode. It's almost Oct and my brain refuses to believe that summer is over.

I do know at least that I will be bringing my Wii to Kalamazoo this year, and just thinking about how in the world I'm going to travel will all this tech is already worrying me slightly. But I'll cross that bridge when I get there/

I also know that I'm adoring Latin, it's my favorite class right now. Which makes me feel slightly guilty due to the fact the Crusading class should be my favorite. I think it must be the translating. Something about translating gives me a little thrill.

And as one can see....

by my zazzle store, I went to comic con this year.

Yes I promise a full summer report. :D

Already September?

It can't be four three weeks into the school year already. I'm still recovering from summer. Still so much I still need to do!

Ack proposal needs writing.

Comic Sunday (Not dead!)

Comic....Thursday

Staying in Ireland

That's right I'm not coming back.

Okay, not really. I wish I could though. This trip as cemented for me that I need to get into a school in Ireland (Trinity or Cork) or in the UK.

I'll do a bigger summary when I get back and aren't paying a euro per 10 minutes, but I adore Dublin and Cork. (Westport was grand as well.) Belfast was... depressing. Not even Derry was that depressing. All the walls in the city and the emptiness of the streets after a certain time.

Everyone else went pubbing tonight (we're back in Belfast) but I was abounded since I needed to check my flight status and drop off some stuff at the hotel. Oh well. I'll have some bailey's in the lobby and read one of my new Doctor Who books.

Next time I right it will be stateside. Till then!