My friend Kay and I went to see Taffety Punk Theatre Company’s production of Hamlet: The First Quarto on Wednesday. The production value was fantastic for $15, and it was interesting to see the differences between the First Quarto and the later Quarto and Folio (unpolished “To Be or Not to Be,” two guys named Rossencraft and Gilderstone masquerading as our friends of similar names, etc.).
Classic o’ the Month
I’ve been having trouble deciding which classic to read in May, so I went the Millennial route: I asked Facebook for help.
My friends had all sorts of ideas, 25 of them to be exact (this is why we’re friends). I plan to put all of them in a hat and draw. It’s the only way.
To be honest, there may have been a meltdown on the way home from work today. I may have put on sunglasses to hide said meltdown, but passersby may have noticed regardless that my face was contorting under the pressure of embarking upon the rest of my life.
But friends, though the prospect of advanced studies is as terrifying now as it was when I first had the idea years ago, it’s also the most exciting future I can imagine. This, remember, is coming from the girl who spends her free time researching Jamestown diaries and the New Woman in twentieth-century young adult literature (post coming soon) (I’m serious).
Still, the more I learn about the admissions process, the more intimidating it all becomes. I mean, have you heard of the Literature Subject Test? If all of the Norton anthologies you thought it was safe to sell after sophomore Survey of Brit Lit threw up on a scantron, I think it would look something like the Literature Subject Test.
Luckily, I’ve always been too miserly to sell my English textbooks.
I think I’m going to use this study plan for the GRE. It’s more expensive than a textbook and a pencil, but I want to be as prepared as possible. I suppose I needn’t mention that I’ll be utilizing the “I’m down with the verbal, doc, but I’ll embarrass myself with my utter ignorance of all mathematics if you don’t tutor the heck out of me” study plan.
Let me know if you have any advice on all of this, by the way. I’ve noticed there’s a lack of blogs out there that share the wonder and glory of graduate admissions processes, so I’ll keep documenting my struggles if you keep offering wisdom/the occasional corny cheer in the comments, deal?
Uh, Holly? This is supposed to be a celebration of Friday.
This week’s (mostly positive) items of interest:
Something I’ve learned from working at a museum is that often the items you expect to be intimate — diaries, letters — aren’t nearly as intimate as ordinary-seeming belongings like clothes or tchotchkes. Here are some personal items belonging to Frida Kahlo.
There’s power in women blogging, but there are mid-century-esque consequences, too.
I made this pasta last week and it was delicious.
“To be clear, this is not about just telling people to change their light bulbs or to buy a hybrid car. This disaster has grown beyond the choices that individuals make. This is now about our industries and our governments around the world taking decisive, large-scale action.” -Leonardo DiCaprio
Berkley scholars describe discovering a stash of Mark Twain stories as “opening up a big box of candy.”
Citations: photo source