Final thoughts

I'm trying to keep the excitement for Cannes/Oxford/life going the past month, so every time I hit a wall with a paper or with the umpteenth novel I'm reading I make myself think of Jude Law. Mmm. I'm a pretty grounded person, but I take no responsibility for what might happen if I see him on the red carpet...

I signed up for Variety (the freebie newsletters, not the real deal because I'm too po' to afford it), and I get a kick out of checking my e-mail these days. "Cannes?! Where?!" (In the south of France.) Making some plans for the films I'm willing to ho' it up to get a ticket for (definitely My Blueberry Nights, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, A Mighty Heart, maybe Sicko just for the spectacle that will be Michael Moore), but it looks like I'll have a ton of new things to try! I'm hoping that some films have subtitles, at least in French if not in English so I can understand every other word, but otherwise it'll be fun to see how much I can understand of a film just by the images.

My literary life is looking up as well. I had a lot of success this week geeking out with Keats for my final paper in ENGL 4590--so many overflowing thoughts that I've actually begun a "save these for the thesis" file! I might graduate with Honors in English after all!

I also got oriented for my fall semester at Oxford yesterday! All right! They showed us a lot of neat pictures of Keble College (kind of like how Grady College is a part of UGA--this is the part of Oxford where we'll be staying and working), our under-construction residential center, the bookstore in town... I will definitely be Harry Pottering around as much of Oxford, and England, as I can without a broomstick and invisibility cloak.

I also got really pumped up about my classes! Dr. Eberle, one of the Romantics profs at UGA and hopefully my future mentor if we get along, seems adorable and so smart, which will help me get through Austen and the Brontes (and Woolf?! Eeew, modernism... But I'm sure I'll change my mind about it once I understand it better). And I'm not too worried about all of the crazy accomplished dons who may or may not spray you with water if you're dumb in tutorial. I am, honestly, incredibly excited to go read a ton of novels/plays/poems and write my heart out for 12 months. I've struggled a bit with stress in the past, but I know that the hyper-intensity of Oxford tutorials will force me to ingest/produce the amount of literature I'll need to be able to if I ever want to study English at a higher level.

I know, "only an English major," right? Right. And a journalism major. And a film minor. We'll see which one wins by the end of the year...? Until them I am one eccentric, idiosyncratic quirk person and trying to just go along with it.