Well, it is a good thing that I did my grading and necessary prep work early yesterday morning, because I was absolutely worthless after about 11:00 AM when I heard from Bread Loaf that I got my first choice classes in Oxford this summer! Oh my word — my head has been swimming ever since. I ordered my books, researched airfare (ouch! it is expensive), looked into the EuroStar for a quick weekend jaunt to Paris (I am so close — it would be ridiculous NOT to go, right?!) and just daydreamed the day away.
Now true to my style, I applied to this campus without giving a lot of thought to the true meaning of this “adventure” – because if I analyzed the decision too much I would have chickened out. So here I am – accepted and ….I guess…..going. Once I started ordering the books, however, the reality set in. WHAT ON EARTH HAVE I SIGNED UP FOR!! The school
requests mandates that you pre-read all material before arriving on campus. Since the course I am taking fulfills a requirement for both British literature post 1700 and American literature, my reading list is extensive!
- The Ryme of the Ancient Mariner (Coleridge) – 20 pages
- Moby Dick (Melville) – 656 pages
- The Prelude and The Thorn (Wordsworth) – 223 pages
- Walden (Thoreau) – 448 pages
- Song of Myself (Whitman) – 40 pages
- Frankenstein (Shelley) – 328 pages
- Edgar Huntley (Brown) – 320 pages
- William Wilson and The Fall of the House of Usher (Poe) – 35 pages
- The Scarlet Letter (Hawthorne) – 272 pages
- The Mill on the Floss (Eliot) – 576 pages
- The House of Mirth (Wharton) – 368 pages