Whoot! I have broken my long title record! I think, anyway. I dunno; I haven't looked yet.
Anywho, this was a totally new thing for me. Before this class, I never had a blog, never thought about blogging, and never thought that anyone would read anything that I had to write on a blog.(Meh, alright - so you all kind of have to read what I have to say for a grade, but you don't **have** to; there's no one twisting your arm forcing you to read.)
It's been 11 weeks, but week one seems not so distant. It's that whole Emily Dickinson thing with "Because I Could Not Stop For Death" poem - 't was an eternity but each feels shorter than a day. Yeah, 11 weeks seems totally like a blink of an eye. I don't think I want this class to end. I was having way too much fun in it.
We laughed, we learned, we loved, we cried. Well, maybe not cried. And maybe not loved...
Dude, we loved the literature. And we cried because we loved the literature. There, let's go with that. We had the love of the literature. The love was totally there, and we were so feeling it. We **FELT** it. Felt it deep in our hearts where good literature should be felt.
And we had some pretty darn good discussions/debates. Loved the springboards and the connections we made to the texts. I felt the power behind what everyone said. Sure, maybe not everyone read everything - cool, whatever; totally guilty! - but we were still able to be powerful in what we said. What we thought. What we felt. (There I go again with that feeling...)
From our very first activity with the Puritan witches (Jen, you saucy devil!) to the last with the side-splitting video on Dickinson (you two rocked my whatever color socks I was wearing that day, because I totally can't remember!), we totally started on a high note and (sniff) ended on a high note. We were charged and pumped up and, and **there**.
(Um... was I even wearing socks that day? Is it sad that I totally can't even remember?)
Anyhow, you guys made me laugh, and I didn't feel like I was starting all over again this quarter. What I mean by that is, I didn't feel like I was starting a "whole new school year" like I sometimes feel when I'm starting a new quarter. And I wish that this quarter didn't go so fast. But, you know what they say: The fun moments happen fast and the sucky ones go on forever. Well, maybe not exactly like that, but you catch my drift.
I don't know. We were a family, and we rocked the class, and there will never be a better class in this class than our class. Remember that. Because we rock.
As to what will be my other historical connection: well, I haven't decided yet. Maybe something on Elizabeth Bathory and Ligeia.
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