One of the required classes for BA in English Language & Literature is a Shakespeare class. Thinking how much I enjoyed Shakespeare in high school and in some classes for my AA, I thought "Oh, cool, this will be fun." WHAT WAS I THINKING?!
It is going to be eight weeks of torture. We're two weeks in and I am feeling my anxiety rise. There is so much to do in this class, plus the three kids, the husband, the puppy and the occasional need to eat and sleep. I suppose I can cross those last two things off my list, but I have to feed the others.
This week is a lot. Last two acts of Hamlet, discussion question, short essay paper on Hamlet. I can't seem to find my footing.
I am sitting here tonight, after looking through a bunch of online journals for the kind of resources this professor requires, and my brain is broken. Seriously, I think I felt something snap. Who knows if I will get it back.
Pray for my sanity to return.
