During the month of March, I read Utopia by Thomas More and wrote a lengthy essay on it as well as creating an oddly juvenile poster. I also read Shakespeare's The Life of Henry V and wrote an essay on that as well. I also finally watched It's a Wonderful Life, read some Tolstoy, and finished my essay on Jean Anouilh's Antigone.
Well, actually I finished that essay last night.
In other news, I opened up one of those old boxes in the basement and found, to my delight, the entire history of my life from birth to about fourth grade. This is where things get scary. Apparently, from about first to third grade, I was the class's resident math whiz.
I think if nine year old me could see seventeen year old me, she would be ashamed of the math skills I now possess. However, in that box, I did find about a dozen or so odd books that I'd written as a child, which consist of flowers named Stephanie and Horses in the snow and also about my unadulterated joy at finally seeing what trees looked like after getting glasses.
Script Frenzy is up and running, and I have about fifty pages on that, so I'm powering through in anticipation of a busy second half of April. I'm working on the third installment of Naomi's series, so I skipped an entire book. We'll see how that goes.
I also completed another step in my more-euro-chic-than-thou process by eating French Lavender ice cream. I don't know how to feel about it just yet.
TTFN
M.K. Wissler
