a plague on both your houses
I have a really hard time reading or watching things about the plague. (When my friend and I went to the Museum of London in August, we were practically the only people who didn't stop to watch the video about the Black Death.)
I feel as though this will prove to be a real detriment to my career.
The reason this came up is that I'm trying to find some interesting angles into R&J for the week, and I thought it might be useful to make it clearer that plague is a real threat, not just a contrivance to make the Friar's letter go awry (especially for students who've grown up on Baz Luhrmann's film, where the letter gets delayed because Romeo apparently cannot take time out of his punishing schedule of hitting rocks with a stick to notice that someone's just walked up to his trailer, even though he's so eager for news from Verona that he practically tackles Balthazar later). But I'm having a hard time doing the appropriate reading--trying to find some contemporary passage about the disease without making myself feel ill and sad.
It's either this or sonnets. Either way, I'm just not looking forward to teaching. Even I am bored by my own ideas. Even the idea of having to take attendance on Friday is making me slightly nauseated. This is bad. How did I get so scared of teaching in just one year?
I feel as though this will prove to be a real detriment to my career.
The reason this came up is that I'm trying to find some interesting angles into R&J for the week, and I thought it might be useful to make it clearer that plague is a real threat, not just a contrivance to make the Friar's letter go awry (especially for students who've grown up on Baz Luhrmann's film, where the letter gets delayed because Romeo apparently cannot take time out of his punishing schedule of hitting rocks with a stick to notice that someone's just walked up to his trailer, even though he's so eager for news from Verona that he practically tackles Balthazar later). But I'm having a hard time doing the appropriate reading--trying to find some contemporary passage about the disease without making myself feel ill and sad.
It's either this or sonnets. Either way, I'm just not looking forward to teaching. Even I am bored by my own ideas. Even the idea of having to take attendance on Friday is making me slightly nauseated. This is bad. How did I get so scared of teaching in just one year?