It has been quite the eventful period just now, I daresay!
Still, "all's well that ends well", would not you agree, darling Bill?
First things first for I must not digress from what I wish to convey with the utmost care and earnestness.
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| 18000 words flowed out of my metaphorical Microsoft Office Word Pen.docx Neenerneener, swordie! |
During this somewhat longer silence of mine, I have been extremely busy completing my A-level coursework!
The tasks:
* GCE English literature AS paper O2: Compare a Shakespearean play to a play by another 17th century playwright and prepare a creative critical response with your findings.
* GCE English literature A2 paper O4: Read 3 different texts and devise one extended study in which you are to refer to each text in view of supporting your thesis statement regarding literary prosai/poetic devices/narratological techniques.
*GCE English language AS paper O2:
Task 1: Write a journalism interview and a corresponding commentary that explains the used techniques for representations of speech and its (desired) effects on the reading audience.
Task2: Write a dramatic monologue and a corresponding commentary on how your piece of writing belongs to the general genre and which effects are used to affect the listening audience.
*GCE English language A2 paper O4: Write an extended study on contemporary global English or language acquisition with children.
Total word count: 18000 words.
I should point out my chronic ailment: Postponia.
Even though I was granted several months to complete these tasking tasks, I wound up finishing them in 4 days. No sleep, no breaks, just work.
And it felt absolutely exhilarating, I can assure you!
Today has been quite an interesting day for me because for the first time, since my enrolment in December,
I paid an overdue and satisfactory visit to my school: The British School of Brussels!
The various buildings -once erected by the Duke of Edinburgh- are surrounded by vast forests and elegant gardens.
A sight for sore eyes, I can now boastingly own up to.
Next Monday (16th of May) is my first A-level examination and -all things considered- I am keenly looking forward to it!
One is currently studying and reading the following undeniable, unforgettable classics of English literature:
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| Darlington Hall |
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| The Remains of the Day - Miss Kenton and Mr Stevens |
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| Howards End - Mr Henry Wilcox and Ms Margaret Schlegel |
A fun little fact: both film adaptations of classics The Remains of the Day and Howards End include the -in my humble opinion- excellent actors Emma Thompson and Anthony Hopkins ànd were directed by the equally splendid director James Ivory!
I am actually looking forward to discussing Forster's work on the exam; Howards End has often been labeled 'a deeply flawed work' but its many illogical twists in the plot and quite ludicrous and inexplicable coincidences harbour a fascinating theme of rich versus poor and other dualistically inspired themes: The Seen and the Unseen, the Connected and the empty panic, the inner life and the outer life, the Literature&Art and the Abyss as experienced by Mr Bast and - to some degree- the frivolous Helen.
Gee gollicker's, is this going to be swell!
Yet for all I know my tutor will think: 'What the Dickens is the lass on about?!'
I shall embark on the adventure anyway and I will confidently venture into this new experience as is my custom.
My second exam will contain essay questions concerning following pieces (of art):
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| 1/5 of my very own collection; feel free to browse! |
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| True, that. |
For a capricious, impudent, whimsical little creature like myself, however, this can hardly be considered shocking news.
Be that as it may, I wish to share the object of my love and high regard with all of you:
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| Ed Sheeran |
He even braved a cover of the British-to-the-backbone spiritual/folk song Wayfaring stranger:
I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger
While travelling through, this world of woe.
Yet there's no sickness, toil nor danger
In that bright land, to which I go.
I'm going there to see my mother
I'm going there no more to roam;
I'm just a going over Jordan
I'm just a going over home.
While travelling through, this world of woe.
Yet there's no sickness, toil nor danger
In that bright land, to which I go.
I'm going there to see my mother
I'm going there no more to roam;
I'm just a going over Jordan
I'm just a going over home.
Another personal favourite of mine is Little Bird which is loosely based on the same title by Annie Lennox, presumably.
One would strongly recommend keeping an ear out for this promising musician for one is fairly certain he may well surprise us yet...
And now for something completely different:
For,
in eternal awe of the glory that is the English language,
this little girl ardently wishes to return to her teapot and reading
and wishes you all that is kind, dear and enchantingly beautiful!
I remain
Yours faithfully,
Lola
