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.