I am about to pull a Switchfoot.

And just watch the movie.
Seriously, folks.
Shakespeare was not meant to be read. It is not closet drama. How colleges can still get away with calling a teacher lecturing about three plays you were supposed to read that week for three hours a DRAMA CLASS I have no idea.
I've been watching the movie version of King Lear and reading along. It works. Then I go back and read the whole thing because the movie skips over some things.
And I can comprehend it.
And it's amazing.
But I'm still supposed to have it read for tomorrow night. And then understand everything for next week's midterm.
Good grief, where has my year gone?
Already doing a midterm? Jeeze.
Take me back to a time of naivete
Never-ending days.
Please.
Don't let me grow up and out now.



I remember a different time
I remember a different me
When there was springtime in my heart
But it's winter and I'm shivering with cynicism now
And I long for yesterday

Yesterday, a day of joy
A day of limitless possibilities
I remember a different boy
With love surrounding, joy abounding
Peace resounding
Where, oh where did that boy go?

What's wrong with me now, God
My world is gray
So please help me out, I pray
'cause I want to live in yesterday

Take me back to a time of naivete
Never-ending days, and no need to question things
'cause I'm tired of staring out my window
Wishing I were someone I should be
I guess I remember a different me

--Yesterday, Ace Troubleshooter