I'd like to announce a SNOW DAY.
It's been amazing. I haven't had more sleep since...Sunday. Nonetheless, it was pretty joyful. And what do I do when I have 8 extra hours in the center of my palm? Why, I make AP Lit. flashcards! I've recently been digging in a long-lost closet and stumbled upon a flashcard organizer...I know, insane! Anyways, I'm pretty sure that was a rather impulse buy during school supply shopping season back in 7th grade when I was set upon becoming a total Einstein after watching an inspirational documentary regarding the 1969 lunar landing. A dude at the ending clip referred anything as possible. So I thought, I'm a definite astronaut in the making. Long story short, I dropped my super duper index-card organizer in the bucket after being enthralled with mindless 7th grade prattle (OMG, X is going out with Y?! M and K have been going out for 4 weeks?! It's sooo long! etc.) BUT I FOUND IT AGAIN! Yay.
I call it...my first cool (and only) flashcard organizer! The title even shows through the magenta plastic...awesome.
Look at this delicious section I made for literary terms.
Also, on this particular snow day, I thought I'd crack open a book. I just went to the library earlier this week, and discovered a total classic...A Room with a View by E. M. Forster, anyone?? At first glance, it's rather ridiculous as its background involves 19th century English aristocrats, and everyone knows everything about such English is ridiculous. But then you realize its setting...Florence, Italia. And what better to contrast a winter day than the high noons and piazzas of Florence?
A mug that matches with the book cover. I think I shall find a mug to match every book cover from now on.
Well anyways, there's also the fact that Forster absolutely pokes fun at such a slough of "high and royal" British through satire. Case & point: A gentlemen offers his and his son's hotel room facing the views of Florence when he hears Lucy, the protagonist, and her cousin, Charlotte, complain about their horrible rooms facing the interior, during dinner. Charlotte is dumb-founded and rather taken back by the man's intrusion. Well, I would accept graciously instead of slinking away and asking for the opinions of a million other aristocrats before making the decision (extending the time more than twenty-fold.) There is also the hilarious choice of chapter names: VI. The Reverend Arthur Beebe, the Reverend Cuthbert Eager, Mr Emerson, Mr George Emerson, Miss Eleanor Lavish, Miss Charlotte Bartlett and Miss Lucy Honeychurch Drive out in Carriages to See a View; Italians Drive Them. Ridiculously long and ridiculously witty.
But how could one forget the scene in which Mr George Emerson kisses Lucy Honeychurch amidst a vast field filled to the brim with violets? Bet Lucy's not glued to her Baedeker's anymore.
Dome designed by Brunelleschi in the years approaching the Renaissance.
And of course, Michelangelo's David, pre-Goliath battle...the best pose, in my opinion.
Wish I was there instead of surviving in this icy tundra!
