We discussed a bit of London's history surrounding their civil wars in our literature class this morning and it was incredible to realize that everything that happened here was what allowed for the United States to become its own nation. God's hand was definitely at work in bringing that about, as it is in all things.
After class we went to Handel's house. It was a small house, and I quite enjoyed it. I took a picture of a room before I knew I wasn't supposed to get pictures, and then I took a picture of Caitlin and Kenna dressing up and the lady came in and told me that the dress-up room was the only room in which photography was allowed. If she saw anyone taking pictures anywhere else they'd be kicked out. So I got super lucky. I feel kind of guilty, but I haven't deleted the picture so. . . There's that.
Handel was an incredible man. He produced so many amazing pieces and I am in awe of him and his talent. He certainly made good use of it.
After Handel's house I split off from the group and went to work on my literature final. For the final we were to choose three poems about London, analyze them, and visit the locations talked about in the poems. It's actually probably the coolest finals I've ever had to do. It's not extremely difficult, but it is time-consuming. The good thing is, the final mimics the assignments he's been giving us the entire term. I'm accustomed to this sort of work in this course. This is just another evidence of how good a professor I have.
After visiting the two final locations on my list I hurried home to write up my assignments. I'm not done, but I have a five-hour train ride tomorrow and I'm going to be working on them then. And after my computer dies I'll tell myself that it's time to read a book. I rather like that plan.
We had the concert tonight that I was so excited about yesterday. It was amazing. They were a wonderful orchestra, and all of the soloists were gifted instrumentalists. The concert was Dvorak's Cello Concerto in B Minor, Ravel's Mother Goose Suite, and Stravinsky's The Firebird. With a setup like that, the concert is bound to be amazing.
The only thing I would have changed about tonight's concert was where I was sitting. We were on the very front row, right by the violins. I wish I could have been sitting in the middle of the hall, or even in the circle, because then I would have been able to see the entire orchestra (read as bassoonists), and the sound would have been more melded together by the time it reached my ears. Also, then I wouldn't have been able to hear the very loud breathing of the solo cellist for the Dvorak piece. That would have also been a plus. Other than that, no complaints. I was left wanting a quiet place to contemplate the beauty of what I had just heard. The Dvorak piece was phenomenal, of course, the last movement of the Ravel piece was as if every happy magical thing from every fairy tale ever told was woven into a song, and The Firebird left me speechless. I'm quite content.
My illegal picture. This is the most rebellious I think I'll ever get. I didn't delete the picture, and I posted it for you to see. Pretty serious stuff, you know.
The dress-ups were actually for the little kids, but the lady said it was okay. They didn't exactly fit, though.
The lady was telling us all the clothing a woman would wear during this time, and I found myself being incredibly grateful that fashion has changed in the last century.
I think it's time for bed now.
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