We watched Gone With the Wind in my Women and the Civil War class today. I took the opportunity to pour out several handwritten pages of Londinium. I have not forsaken you, Basil and Dustin! I promise you two lovely boys that the story of your social stratum-defying friendship shall be told!
There is another perk to that class besides watching a bunch of documentaries: there is one guy in our class. One total. And he's cute. I don't know his name or anything, but I'm mildly pleased about this. Of course, it's the one class I only have once a week. Darn it.
I have a topic for my Tokugawa class paper now, too! I'm going to compare the concept and ideal of bushido to the actual lives of the people who supposedly practiced it. I love anything involving military history, and if I can merge that into cultural studies, even better! So far, this class has been a lot of fun and has led to awesome insights such as the fact that the Japanese essentially invented the animal shelter. Working at RBARI was one of the joys of my high school life, so animal shelters are naturally something near and dear to my heart.
On a military history note,
PBS mentioned Sharpe on its Facebook page and I totally freaked out. That was another joy of my high school life. I'm actually now studying to be a historian all because of those books and films. (I still love you, Francis Cooper. I do. But I'm still asking Harris to do my homework.)
Also, Psych is such a great show. There's a void on USA when it's between seasons. Seriously.