Overheard a girl say she hated her literature class. She thinks that the stories are outdated and nobody can relate to them anymore.
Imma ‘bout to drop knowledge in here.
Taming of the Shrew by William Shakespeare
Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare
Hamlet by William Shakespeare
Twelfth Night by William Shakespeare
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
Emma by Jane Austen
Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens
George Bernard Shaw
The Odyssey by Homer
You’ve been enjoying classic literature without even knowing it!
Fashions differ, societies vary, and our technology has advanced, but humans are essentially the same when it comes to stories. We enjoy a good love story. We understand pain and loss. We laugh at blunders. We root for the hero. We wish for a happy ending. Don’t disregard something just because it is “old.”
Josh: Sam asked CJ to move the briefing to two o’clock, so that we could fold in the teachers; CJ had emergency root canal surgery at noon and so was unable to brief. President Bartlet: Who did? Josh: I did. President Bartlet: Oh, God. … President Bartlet: Before we go on, CJ, if blood is gushing from the head wound you just received from a stampeding herd of bison, you’ll do the press briefing.
Photo: Photograph of Lt. Henry O. Flipper, circa 1877.
On this day in 1856, Henry Ossian Flipper was born. Flipper was born into slavery in Thomasville, Georgia. During Reconstruction he attended Atlanta University. As a freshman, Representative James C. Freeman appointed him to attend West Point, joining four other black cadets. There they faced tremendous difficulty and discrimination from white students. Nonetheless, in 1877 he became the first African American graduate of the U.S. Military Academy at West Point. He would later earn a commission as a second lieutenant in the U.S. Army, assigned to one of the four all-black “buffalo soldier” regiments, and become the first black commanding officer of regular troops in the U.S. Army.
Cadet Henry O. Flipper in his West Point cadet uniform.
“ It was beautiful hair, in an odd, awful way, with a shine like the pelt of a healthy giltebeast. Black silk. Coffee spun into threads. Night rain. Galinda, not given to metaphor on the whole, found Elphaba’s hair entrancing, the more so because the girl was otherwise so ugly. ”