A Londoner for one month only--coming this summer!

Hi, fiends! Nope, that’s not a typo, I’m addressing you all as fiends in this post. (Omg the show Making Fiends was so amusing to me in the 5th grade.) Warning, this post is about me needing out over literature, so if you don’t care, feel free to stop reading.

Anyways! As my friends know me, I am always talking about the two men in my life… yes, two! That being Chaucer and Shakespeare. For some reason, a lot of my coursework has been about these two fine fellas and their works in which I have grown a great admiration in Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales and Middle English literature in general and Shakespeare’s plays and sonnets. Anyways, again, I’m always annoying and I make references to them in normal conversations that only my English major friends will understand, everyone else is mildly annoyed.

As I said sometime before, I’m going to England this summer for a study abroad in which I will be studying English Literature (English lit and American lit, two different things, my friends) and it focuses on going to the places that great pieces were written. NERDING OUT HERE since I get to go to Charles Dickens Museum, Keats House (ahh!), Sherlock Holmes Museum (Arthur Conan Doyle, ahh!!!!), Samuel Johnson’s House (even bigger AHHHH!), the globe theatre (ahhh) and there’s so much more, I can’t even name them all.

Those places are exclusive to London and surrounded areas. But even better news, I get to go to Canterbury for a day and to the medieval village where Shakespeare was born, Stratford-upon-Avon—in case you didn’t know.

Literary nerds rejoice for me because if I can get over the fact I can’t to see where actual great, wonderful literature was created, fuck me! I mean aside from that, I am going to be able to see a lot of culturally cool things and landmarks and places. And as some of you may know, I watch too much Brit television shows just to listen to their accents—for linguistic regional purposes.

I’m excited, I don’t mean to brag but it’s fun and awesome since I get to end my college education on this. And I promise to come home to America with a bad, fake accent if I’m not bribing my ex, Prince Harry, home. If you don’t hear from me, it’s because I’m snogging some (hopefully rich and a duke) British man!