trish’s blog

Shakespeare is universal, and I get so pissed off when "scholars" are so sure that there are people that just can't access Shakespeare.  Shakespeare was a PLAYwright, he worked in PLAYhouses, he wrote PLAYS.  all of these things are saying the same thing-his works should be played with-students should be able to get up on their feet and experience Shakespeare.  Shakespeare never intended for his works to be gone over in text books and coldly studied, he intended for his work to be felt, to be up on its feet and experienced.  With all of Shakespeares work, there is a part of what everyone has experienced and for scholars to say that some people can't access their own life experiences is certainly uncalled for.

Do you think real love can last throughout any distance, or will long distance end most relationships? 
Submitted by Miss Joy.

Love, real love can last throughout any distance or time.  As Shakepeare so elequently puts it in A Midsummer Night's Dream, "True love never did run smooth".  I feel that love is something that goes beyond time and place and if it is really true love can go beyond any difficulty that occurs within a relationship.

What would you do with your extra time off next time you are in-between jobs?
Submitted by Oleg Dulin.

I would work in juvenile prisons teaching Shakespeare.  Actually, I would like to do that as a job.

Shakespeare Rocks!

I have so much work to do for school.  I am reading up on John Dewey and his theories, they seam to be more closely tied to mine than Piaget so I have chosen him and Howard Gardner for the basis of my own phylisophical ideologies.  My advisor has stressed that I need to research the other side of the fence in order to justify that my own arguments are valid so I have found a horrid curriculum called scripted curriculum, as well as standardized curriculum to use for counter research.  I am very interested in project based curriculum and experiential learning.  

I am very frustrated with the place I am in my life right now.  I seem to have placed so much on my plate, and yet in order for me to even attempt to even try to get by I need all these various things to remain, I can't trim any of the fat so to speak.  I feel like I am floundering in this sea of desperation and I continually bob just bellow the surface, and then something buoys me back up.  I am surrounded by questions and questioning, and I am unsure of the answers, or if I have an answer if it is the right one.