Nothing Romantic about Romanticism

 I’ll follow you and make a heaven out of hell, and I’ll die by your hand which I love so well.
~William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act II

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 For the past four weeks, I have been trying to catch up on my readings for my Romanticism class. I remembered being so excited while I was making my fall and winter timetable last summer because of it… ENGC42H3: Romanticism, the course code that I have been eyeing on since first year and that “C” in the middle, have prevented me from taking it then because only those with the B-level prerequisites are allowed to take C-level courses. 

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Main Entry: ro·man·ti·cism

Pronunciation: \rō-ˈman-tə-ˌsi-zəm, rə-\

Function: noun

Date:1823

1often capitalized a (1): a literary, artistic, and philosophical movement originating in the 18th century, characterized chiefly by a reaction against neoclassicism and an emphasis on the imagination and emotions, and marked especially in English literature by sensibility and the use of autobiographical material, an exaltation of the primitive and the common man, an appreciation of external nature, an interest in the remote, a predilection for melancholy, and the use in poetry of older verse forms

Now, as I look at my reading schedule, I feel like a big boulder of insanity  towering over my head, ready to crush my petiteness out of perpetual existence. In all respect, the selections are not that long compared to the previous English classes I have taken.

But good lord! I cannot believe how boring they are! It has been three weeks since I started reading this novel by William Godwin entitled Caleb Williams and three weeks has it been since I’ve been using it as a cure for my hard case of insomnia. Twenty pages is all that it takes folks! Be prepared for a snooze galore in a matter of minutes!  Sigh, this is really sad indeed.  I just never expected this class to be this boring. I used to blame my professor but as I sat in his class yesterday, i realized it is not him who has turned this dream of mine into a boredom of hell. It’s those damn readings, I tell ya. My dear lads, when something does not truly interest you, just be ready to face the facts…  I mean, I’ve literally lied to myself for three weeks, refusing to admit how much I utterly hate… loathe… and despise this class… Godwin ain’t no Shakespeare and he especiialy ain’t no Romeo of mine.

Face the facts, Mikhaela! You know you want this one-hundred-ten-dollars-and-ninety-seven-cents- book to flush in tonic hell. 

PAG HINDI MEANT TO BE, HINDI TALAGA. WAG IPILIT ANG AYAW. 
I mean, kung alam mo na ayaw talaga sayo ng nililigawan mo, ipagpipilitan mo pa ba yung sarili mo or iintindihin mo nalang and learn to walk away? NAX.

UPPER LEFT: My book for this class: 1500 Pages and weighing approximately ten pounds, this book can out snooze you any time, any day. UPPER RIGHT: ME, trying to read it and failing. LOWER MIDDLE:  ZzzzZzzzzZzzzz

 Ok, maybe I’m exagerrating a bit, I do not hate the class… I just don’t perceive it as my cup of tea. It’s just like choosing between Chemistry and Biology. Both are under the science field but they are entirely different stems. According to the old saying, the branch does not fall far from the tree, Nevertheless, branches are never identical. Some will be shorter, while others longer. And in this case, the Renaissance branch of British literature is the one I’d be more than willing to climb and hang on for the rest of my insomniac life. I love Shakespeare as much as I love make-up, baking, shopping, kikay moments, reading, playing video games, Sephiroth, Nvidia Graphics Card, yoga, bubble bath, Vanilla scent, Sisig, Sushi, Quebec City, Nutella-Banana Crepe, my family, my friends, Pride and Prejudice, Legally Blonde, Pink, Black, Green, Red, Post-its, watching hockey, Dalandan Juice, Starbucks’ Mango-Orange Vivanno, Kare-Kare, etc. These are all the things I love despite the frustrations they cause me (IE: craving sisig at frigging 3am.) and consequently a part of who I am no matter how nonsensical and paradoxical some of those interest maybe.

Shakespeare: ‘Tis not but a folly, I hear? Good morrow fair maiden!
Mikha’s Left Brain: Anu daw?
Mikha’s Right Brain: Ewan ko, nahihibang na ata to.
Shakespeare: Speak up, dear lads. Pray you, might choler have set in into this lady’s liver and bile?
Mikha’s Left Brain: Atay? Atay daw??? Anong meron sa atay ni Mikha?? (Liver? He said liver??? What’s the matter with Mikha’s liver??
Mikha’s Right Brain: MIKHA! wat is da matter with your atay???
Shakespeare: AHHH-TEhhhYYYY? Is this a word of your creation or a mere mockery of me?

Mikha: O_O??? WHAT THE EFFF???

 Kill me now.

 That is all.

Adieu.