Originally published for a nineteenth-century British literature course. Ignore the madness. I hate it when technology turns on you. This is just like the time my phone accidentally sent a text message containing a spicy secret to the gossip queen of my high school, which resulted in World Wars Episode III Electric Boogaloo: The Fight’s [...]

Originally published for a nineteenth-century British literature course. Ignore the madness. In my short, but incredibly prosperous and famous existence, I have read Brontë’s Wuthering Heights many times—the last time I did so was about six months ago—and yes, that means I haven’t re-read it for the course. Whatever. Did you guys see the Academy [...]

Originally published for a nineteenth-century British literature course. Ignore the madness. Back in the day, when my face was without wrinkles, and when Kelly Rowland still had a steady paycheck and a real manager, I had a friend who dated a very obnoxious guy. He was nice to look at—which we did—we, meaning I—I, meaning, [...]

Originally published for a nineteenth-century British literature course. Ignore the madness. Samuel Taylor Coleridge, overall I have nothing against your “Kubla Khan;” I must even admit that I like-slash-love it, but that doesn’t mean that I have no issues with it. So, in an effort to move towards making a point, here they are: According [...]

Last week was my first week of English-language Literature at the Vrije Universiteit in Amsterdam, and today I had my first class of Literature Studies. Up to today I have been pretty happy with the choices I have made. I said, “up to today,” because I realized something today that has the ability to squash [...]

So, this year I enrolled into the English language course at the Vrije Universiteit in Amsterdam. My exact enrollment was into the English literature (first major) and Transatlantic studies (second major) courses. The first major is okay, very interesting, and although the 6,000 page textbooks make me cringe, I’m willing to give it a go. [...]