Bad Case of the Mondays

Garfield was right. I know he's a fictional cat in a comic strip, but oh the wisdom behind that furry basketball of a feline. Between his love of lasagna and his hatred of Mondays, who would dare criticize him? Who would want to? I happen to love a delicious slice of lasagna, carefully prepared all day (or stuck in the oven from the package) and Mondays? Don't get me started.

It seems particularly bad this semester. Possibly due to the work load that is associated with the dreaded day. On a normal Monday here in London, I get up around 8:00 a.m. (I know, my life is so hard) and head out to class at 9:30. Class consists of scribbling notes, rain or shine, while running around London following our tutor. It's fun at times, but quite exhausting. Class ends about 12:00 or 12:30. We break for lunch. For a lucky few, the day ends there. Mine continues on. I have a second class after lunch, another three hours. This class often has less walking and more lecture, depending on the day. I get done at 4:00 if I'm lucky, 4:30 if I'm not.

Oh, how I wish my day ended there. Mondays are my heaviest homework days. After some supper, I head up to my room and study and work. Throughout this semester I have had two projects due a week with my partner. Can you guess what day they're due? Yep, that's right, midnight on Monday. Whoo...(note the sarcasm). So, I give it over to Garfield, who knows exactly what I'm talking about.

http://garfield.nfshost.com/1982/08/02/

Dickens Syndrome

So, apparently I am no good at keeping up with a blog, but, in my defense, they do keep us busy. If I am not working on some form of homework for one class or another, I'm at a scheduled event. I try not to complain too much, I really do love the theatre and the experience and I'm learning so much here.

We went to the opera on Tuesday and I can safely say that it is not my style. Apparently it was a more comedic one but I didn't enjoy it that much.

What I really want to talk about is Dickens. I realize I may have signed my own death warrant by choosing a Dickens class, but honestly, I don't think I understood what I was getting myself into. And now it is too late. The Dickens Syndrome has taken hold and there is no turning back. Allow me to describe a bit about it. The symptoms are obvious; lack of sleep, hysterical crying, maybe even total insanity. The case differs with the person. The infected person may start speaking in a Dickensian manner or perhaps look lost when handed a book not describing the moral values of the Victorian age. I've been told that I have a mild case. I simply read a book for fun and don't understand when minor characters don't come back. All characters are important, aren't they? Bleak House showed us that, right? We must assume that the random no name character that brought in the tea for the main character will have some pivotal role in the plot, or perhaps is even related to the main protagonist, right?? ...But I feel myself digress. Back to the course at hand, which is of course, Dickens. With the major accomplishment of finishing the dreaded Bleak House, the only thing left is Our Mutual Friend. After that, I don't know if I'll know what to do with myself....Besides leap for joy and scream like a crazy person.