“Stuff your eyes with wonder, he said, live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.”
--Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
I'm a twenty-something English teacher, anglophile,UNC alumna (Go Heels!), fangirl, and nerd. A few of my favorite things:
-All of Jane Austen's work, but especially Pride and Prejudice, which I first read when I was 11 years old and will always hold a special place in my heart.
-British television, especially Sherlock, Doctor Who, and Downton Abbey
-Anything classic or vintage (literature, music, clothes, etc.) I am an old soul and while I love the Internet, my iPhone, and not dying from the plague or poor hygiene, I would happily live in a bygone era, particulary England in the 19th century.
-On a related note, I love History. I was an English and History double major in college, and if I were not an English teacher, I would be teaching History. Unfortunately, our appalling education system has all but eliminated courses in History of anywhere but America. I detest American History. I love World History, particularly Renaissance, the English Civil War, and World War II.
-I love cats. I could go on forever about my two adorable furbabies, Eliza and Henry, but I won't. :)
-I spent a semester in London and it confirmed what I already knew: I'm English at heart. My life's ambition is to live in either Bath or somewhere in the countryside of southern England, possibly near Winchester or Dover.
-I'm very passionate about what I read or watch. I am a fangirl and get very emotionally connected to fictional characters and worlds.
-I love photography and would love to become better at it. If I ever leave education, I would love to take some time to study photography and possibly set up a small business.
Icarus laughed as he fell. Threw his head back and yelled into the winds, arms spread wide, teeth bared to the world.
(There is a bitter triumph in crashing when you should be soaring.)
The wax scorched his skin, ran blazing trails down his back, his thighs, his ankles, his feet. Feathers floated like prayers past his fingers, close enough to snatch back. Death breathed burning kisses against his shoulders, where the wings joined the harness. The sun painted everything in shades of gold.
(There is a certain beauty in setting the world on fire and watching from the centre of the flames.)
“The danger of freedom is this:
it’s too much,
too much,
all-encompassing
and hungry. gnashing our bones
between broken teeth,
and we are trapped before we even realize
that we have borne our own destruction. The beauty of freedom is this:
the choice,
that paper moment between life and death,
birth and devastation
when we are capable of anything,
when we can swallow stars,
when we can grow orchards from our veins,
when we can hold the sea in our lungs,
when we can kiss the sun full on the mouth. Icarus sang “Hallelujah”
as his body burned,
with lips seared and smiling.”
Mr Bennet - causes problems inadvertently by doing too little
Mrs Bennet - causes problems inadvertently by doing too much
Darcy - causes problems deliberately with good intentions
Wickham - causes problems deliberately with bad intentions
Lady de Bourgh - solves problems inadvertently by doing too much with bad intentions
