‘Tis the season for finals

You can’t set your heart on the 12 days of Christmas if it’s busy breaking over a 12-page paper.

I jest, but only a little bit. Know that every line of dark humor holds a kernel of truth.

Today, I spent the better part of six hours holed up working on my final project for my Shakespeare course. I say “holed up,” as if being forced to study in a very nice, clean, beautiful designed, spacious café with the perfect level of background noise was the worst that could have happened to me today.

Digging into my boy William in my favourite study spot

I can’t quite post about what I’ve been working on (you know, until I turn it in, but also until I finish it!). When I do hand it in and am allowed to post about it, steel yourself for a final that is going to be deliciously and unapologetically nerdy.

Reading “Much Ado About Nothing” for the first time and watching its performance at Shakespeare’s Globe seems like it happened six months ago, not three.

And yet the tears that threatened to spill over during intermission still occupy a lump in my throat.


While they were more tears of exhaustion than joy for “King Lear,” I was definitely too happy to be standing on the Globe stage in October. All of my classmates were timid, stilted. I was gearing up for my 15 minutes, even if my “groundlings” were just fellow tourists doing the Globe tour, too.



I wish I could go back in time and tell the kid beefing with her third-grade best friend over a bowdlerized “Romeo + Juliet” she’d one day stand in the premiere London space for William Shakespeare’s works.

Getting immersed in Shakespeare’s oeuvre was one of my main motivations for coming here. I definitely feel I’ve succeeded.

While Shakespeare is the most salient to me right now (with a final paper and an in-person exam), I also have my black British music exam to prepare for. I’m meeting up with my group tomorrow.

With the grace of a good soya vanilla latte and a pastry, I’m hoping to get done what we need to get done to finish the semester strong.


By Caroline Colvin

Black retro-obsessed non-binary baddie ♡ pleasure & wellness advocate ♡ aesthetic archivist ♡

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