A lot of times in British Romantic Lit, I think it's kind of a waste of time. In general, I don't get why it's so important to study writers from the past. Will it make me a better writer? Most of the time it makes me feel like I will never amount to anything, will never be as good.
But then, I was preparing for a presentation I will be a part of on Tuesday about a trip to Northern Ireland I took last January. My mom dropped off my journals I had written shortly afterward, along with all of my notes and school work from my semester in Ireland.
I got to re-reading all of my old journals, from first quad, second quad, as well as my teaching journals. It really brought me back to my time there. I remember all of the kids, playing games on the playground, working with them, the dancing, and most of all the happiness they brought me.
If there's anything I've learned from the Romantics, it's about the power of imagination. I feel like imagination is something everyone has, but no one really thinks about. Imagination gave me a free trip back to Ireland, back in time. And it brought me happiness.
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Thanks for reading, and for leaving comments (a double bonus!). I also enjoy your posts, especially the playing-around-with-words ones.
I also very much appreciate that you can key into my disgust with this exaggerated drinking tradition. It's not drinking that bothers me, really. It's the culture of excess that permeates every pore of this country.
Also (one more also), I thought of your blog when I went to St. Thomas with a housemate the other morning and saw the cranes. Very exciting. =)
And...did we have any assignments in Journ.?
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