my classes for this semester are going to be really hard, but my first two nights of homework have consisted of reading the first act of a hilarious Moliere play in French and listening to recordings that Bartok made of Hungarian folk songs and the subsequent compositions based on them. in my first English class, we began to examine the endless style of early modern texts, in both narrative and composition. I like school.
sidenote: if I don’t die of overwork this semester, I will consider it a semester well spent.
