Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Sore throats and literature

Tonight, while doing English homework, I realized something strange about myself. I sympathize more with Shakespeare’s character Macbeth than I do with Gene from A Separate Peace.
Macbeth, is a cruel murderous tyrant, and Gene is just a confused sixteen year old school boy. However, while reading Macbeth, I find myself pitying Macbeth, and even feeling sad when he finally does die. But now reading A Separate Peace (I’m only on chapter 7) I find myself loathing Gene.
I mean, Gene’s friend Finny seems pretty legit. He genuinely loves people, and tells Gene straight up that he is his best friend. But Gene is just consumed by this sickening jealousy and hatred of Finny. Friendship is one of the most beautiful gifts we have, but Gene is just “saving face” to Finny because he is intimidated by Finny’s apparent perfection. While Finny is so honest to Gene!! Arg, it makes me mad!
And, yes, I realize that Macbeth is evil, but he started out so noble. If someone like that can become corrupted so easily, aren’t we all in danger? So, yes, despite the cold-blooded murders I still find this character redeemable. He learns his lesson at the end, doesn’t he? “And all our yesteryears have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow.” The power that he so yearned for proved to be empty and brought him only death.
Anyways, now that we are over the mawkish gooeyness of the wonders of literature, I went to the doctor’s for my throat today!
I have giant tonsils, and my doctor wants my dad to listen to me while I sleep in case my tonsils prevent me from breathing!
I’m sorry; that’s just weird.
I’ve had big tonsils, and I haven’t stopped breathing yet! I love my doctor, though. She is AMAZING!
I also got a weird nose spray and amoxicillin, because I might have strep.

Dartmouth app due in: 5 more days (You hear that thud? That was me. Falling over dead.)

RANDOM QUESTION OF THE DAY!

 1. Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?
Whatever. I’m unpredictable like that.

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