17
Dec 11

Union Square Holiday Market

I haven’t written in a long time, and I’m sorry for that, but I’ve been ridiculously busy. There are still a lot of things I want to talk about…since I last wrote, I went to Fall For Dance and Fauste, and wrote two papers worth discussing, one about Gawain and the Green Knight for my English class, and the other about how graphics that are posted on tumblr should be considered an art form. But I’ll get to all of that.

Today I went to the Union Square Holiday Market with my friend Genevieve. It’s just another example of what is just so great about New York City. There are a lot of little shops, where you can get almost any type of small gift – winter gear such as scarves and hats, jewellry, soaps, ornaments, pictures, and other little trinkets. It was definitely a nice break from studying for finals and a good place to shop for Christmas presents.

The great part about these markets is that they are for all different types of people, whether its locals from the area or other parts of Manhattan, college students like me, tourists, or shoppers coming in from Long Island, New Jersey, upstate, or the outer boroughs. It’s just a nice place to go to, whether you plan on buying something or not. I’ve also been to the Holiday Shops at Bryant Park, and though that was a year ago and it was nice, I don’t remember enjoying it as much. Still though, I liked the Union Square shops so much that I think I’ll go up if I have the time there since it’s the same type of thing.

Once finals are over I should go back and write about everything I haven’t yet written about. And hopefully I will also get to see Bryant Park.


16
Nov 11

Chalkboard Trilogy

A few weeks ago my class went to see a play called Chalkboard Trilogy all the way up in Washington Heights. Though it was a play, it was unlike any play I’d been to before, in that instead of there being a stage, it was just in a small classroom-sized room. There were less than thirty people in the audience, and I was in the front row, so everything happened right in front of me, which I thought would be strange and awkward, but actually turned out to be really cool.

Chalkboard Trilogy had three parts to it, and each part was a different story. The first chapter was about two African-Americans learning how to read in the late 1950s so they could pass the Voter Registration Exam. I thought it was both meaningful and realistic, and definitely entertaining. It had a happy ending, but not without the characters overcoming some adversity.

The second chapter was about a boy growing up in New York City and his relationship with his tutor who helps him with reading over a span of six years. This was definitely the most enjoyable part of the play, because both characters were funny and had really good personalities, and there was a lot of music to make the entire chapter more upbeat.

The third chapter…I’m not even sure how to even begin to explain it. It was my favorite part because it was the most meaningful, but at the same time it was my least favorite part because it was the most upsetting. The third chapter was the story of a Muslim woman in Afghanistan teaching a Muslim girl to read, which was illegal at the time, and very dangerous. No words were spoken through the entire thing, and it was completely dark, making it seem very realistic. At one point, they are caught, and a man from the Taliban begins beating the woman. Now, obviously the actor isn’t really beating her, however, her screams sounded so real, and it was dark, so basically we all felt as if it was actually happening. And if you think about it, this type of thing DID happen which made it even worse. But also even more meaningful.

I ended up writing a paper on the play, how it emphasized education, because as a whole it really had a huge effect on me. I actually would probably see it again I liked it so much. It just goes to show you that sometimes the things that are the least known can have just as much of an effect as those that aren’t. I’m pretty sure I never heard of Chalkboard Trilogy until I took this class, and yet now I think it’s one of the best plays I’ve ever seen.


10
Nov 11

The Best And Worst Night of My Life

Okay the title is a huge exaggeration. But seriously, last night I couldn’t figure out if I should be ridiculously happy, or ridiculously upset. Either way, all I can say is I love living in New York.

Last night was the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show, and it happened three blocks away from where I live. Yes, you read that right. THREE BLOCKS AWAY. I remember walking past the Lexington Avenue Armory and seeing those papers with “VSFS” on them for Wednesday night, and I didn’t think anything of it, until my friend Steph actually asked someone, and we found out. So of course we had to go.

Possibly the biggest highlight of the night was seeing Nicki Minaj. In person. Two feet away from me. She was just STANDING THERE at that place that I walk by every day when I take the subway up to Hunter. She had on a curly pink wig and a robe, and was just talking to everyone as if it was just a normal day. After we got enough of just staring at Nicki Minaj, Steph and I went around to the entrance of where all of the interviews were, and we saw even more people, such as Russell Simmons from the recording label Def Jam, Matthew Settle who plays Rufus on Gossip Girl, Will Smith (although now I find no evidence online of him being there so maybe it wasn’t him?), and Rumi Neely who’s a relatively famous fashion blogger. It’s funny how I was actually most excited to see her even though she was definitely the least well known. I also saw a lot of models I vaguely recognized, including one who looked a LOT like Abbey Lee Kershaw, but I’m not positive it was her.

Nicki Minaj just about to go perform!

Some of the models out for a smoke I guess

So all of that made it a great night. But here’s what made it a bad night. I left because I was hungry and tired, and got a phone call about an hour later from Steph that I missed out on seeing Miranda Kerr and Orlando Bloom, Beyonce and Jay-Z, Adam Levine from Maroon 5, Kanye West, Sharon Turney who is the CEO of Victoria’s Secret, and a few of the Victoria’s Secret Angels themselves. Apparently Steph and my friend Gina who was also there were invited into Nicki Minaj’s trailer and given pink roses.

Some of the models coming out after the show

Sharon Turney, CEO of Victoria's Secret

Miranda Kerr

Beyonce and Jay Z

I couldn’t figure out by the end of the night if I should be happy at who I saw, or upset at who I didn’t see. Oh well! By the way, all of the pictures were taken by my friend Gina, who is completely wonderful for letting me use them! Lucky girl also met Candice Swanepoel and Erin Heatherton a few weeks ago.

Gina (left) with a random model

 


27
Oct 11

Not what I expected from Early British Lit

So as I’ve mentioned before, I take an Early British Lit class that I really enjoy. Right now I’m procrastinating my midterm essay for it. But I figure this kind of procrastinating can’t be too bad, because at least I’m going to talk about what I’m writing! Because it’s really hard to sort my thoughts, and maybe this is a good structured and yet also somewhat unstructured place in which I can talk about it.

So here’s the deal. The paper I chose to write is about the nature and role of women in a work of literature. Easy enough. I chose Lanval by Marie de France, which is a King Arthur story, and I intend on writing about how the way women were portrayed in this story probably has a lot to do with the fact that the author is a woman, therefore her female characters were more powerful than others of the time. That’s basically all there is to say. And now I have to stretch it into a five page paper.

When I first read Lanval back in September, I remember being really surprised. Because in a nutshell, this is the story. Lanval is walking through the forest one day, where he meets the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, who basically tells him she’s in love with him and wants to have sex with him. So they do, and for a while they’re blissfully together, until the lady decides that its time for Lanval to go back to Arthur. Before he goes, she tells him not to tell anyone about her, and he agrees. He goes back to Arthur, and while he’s there, Arthur’s wife Guinevere appears, and we find out that she, too, wants to have sex with Lanval. Lanval says no, because that would be betraying both Arthur and his love. Guinevere gets really mad, so she goes and tells Arthur that Lanval tried to have sex with her, and then called her ugly when she refused. Arthur is really angry, of course, and Lanval is about to get in some serious trouble. He tries to explain that he already has a lover, but oh wait, he wasn’t supposed to tell anyone about that, so his love is nowhere to be found. Eventually though, she shows up to save the day, and they ride off together into the sunset.

I had no idea there was this much sex in 12th century British Literature. What happened to courtly love and all of that? Honestly, some of these stories are like soap operas.

Too bad I couldn’t just submit this as my essay. Though it’d probably be the worst essay ever written. Also, it’s not in MLA format, and I realized, I don’t even know how to write in MLA format because I never have before. So figuring that out will be fun. Here I go again…


24
Oct 11

Talking About Books

I am so behind on everything right now, especially this blog. I’ve been meaning to talk about the last time I went to Wall Street, which was about three weeks ago, but I just never got around to it. I will eventually though! I just need the time to put my thoughts in order.

But now I want to talk about English. Being a professor is what I want to do. Why? Because I love talking about books. And that was only reinforced when I had my English presentation on Friday. I take Survey of British Literature I, which is basically Early British Literature, from Beowulf to Romanticism. When I took British Literature in high school, to be honest, I wasn’t really a fan. I loved my teacher, but I kind of found the material boring. With this class, my opinion has completely changed. Now I absolutely love it, so not only has this class made me love British Lit, but it also played a role in my desire to become a professor.

One of the big assignments we have for this class is an oral presentation on one of the works in the syllabus. I chose to work on the Tempest because I absolutely love Shakespeare, and I know I could go on and on about every single detail in every single one of his plays. Now, I’m pretty shy, so usually an oral presentation wouldn’t be my thing, but when I was up there, I wasn’t nervous at all, because I knew what I was talking about. After it was over, I felt so good about the presentation, and all I could think was how great it would be if this is what I could do all day. Just talk about books.

I just love books. How they have so many layers and details and things that pop up that sometimes not even the author initially intended to happen. How they have deeper meanings we’re sometimes unaware of, no matter how simple the subject matter may seem. I wrote a book (no it was never published, and no it probably will never be published) and I know that I included so many details that anyone who read it probably overlooked. Or maybe they didn’t overlook it. Maybe they read it and thought “I wonder if she did *this* because of *that*” and if so, that’s great, because that’s what I do when I read.

If I continue with this, I’m probably going to start rambling, so I can stop here, but honestly I just had to say how much I love talking about books.

And for those of you who are interested in the Wall Street stuff, I PROMISE I’ll get to that eventually. Midterms are coming up, though, so don’t get too excited…


15
Oct 11

Anthropology and the Museum of Natural History

One of the classes I’m taking at Hunter is Intro to Cultural Anthropology, and it has one of the most interesting textbooks I have ever had the pleasure of reading. Seriously. You can call me a nerd, but I love that stuff. What could be more interesting than studying humans? Anthropology, psychology, sociology, all of that stuff is completely fascinating to me.

One of the assignments for the class was that we had to take a trip to the Museum of Natural History of visit a few of the exhibits there, so that’s what I did last Saturday with my friend Christian, who is also in that anthropology class. I’ve been to the Museum of Natural History more times than I can count, but I guess because the TA’s made it clear that this stuff would be on the test, I paid a whole lot more attention than I ever have before. We had to go see Human Evolution, Biodiversity, the Primate Hall, the Pacific Northwest Indians, the Hall of the African Peoples, the Peoples of the Pacific, and the South American Peoples.

I could go on and on about every little thing we learned, and how cool it all was, but I think you, whoever is reading this, should just go and see if yourself if you haven’t already. Seriously, go and don’t just look at the displays, but read EVERYTHING. Because that’s what I did, probably for the first time ever, and I’m really glad. I honestly believe that we have the best natural history museum in the WORLD…and if not the world, definitely the country. I’ve been to the Smithsonian in DC, and even that, I don’t think, compares to our very own Natural History Museum in the Upper West Side.

Which reminds me, on a side note, I love the mosaics on the walls in the subway station. If you go to the museum, take the subway just to see that, because its amazing! I didn’t take a picture but I wish I did so I could post it here! Now I guess you’ll just have to see it yourself. But I digress.

We definitely have the best Natural History museum EVER. I want to go there again and again and again. And another great thing is, you can pay any amount of money you want to get in, as long as you buy the tickets when you get there, and not by using a machine. Just wait in line, and you can pay anything from one cent to the eighteen (?) dollars that it costs to buy a full-priced adult ticket. Christian and I paid a dollar each.

After we were ready to leave the museum, Christian and I went down to Wall Street, so if anyone was wondering, yes I did go back, and yes I will talk about it again as soon as possible! I even went a third time, which is probably what I’ll focus on. But for now I have anthropology to read (yay!) so more on that next time!


08
Oct 11

It didn’t actually cost 3 pennies.

Since I’m in my first semester of the Macaulay Honors Program, I’m in the Arts In New York City seminar.  A lot of my posts are going to be related to this, because the class goes to a lot of different plays and museums as part of the syllabus.

The first show we went to was an opera entitled “Threepenny Opera.” It was created to be an “opera for beggars” as suggested by the title… I’ve only been to one opera before this (The Magic Flute), and I can tell you now that this was nothing like it. To begin, it wasn’t at the Metropolitan Opera, it was at the Brooklyn Academy of Music, which meant that it was a great deal less formal. The music was not the stereotypical opera music one may listen to…but since I don’t know much about music, I’m not going to comment too much on that. It also had a deeper meaning, and certainly wasn’t  that epic romance that many operas seem to be. In fact, it was quite the opposite.

Threepenny Opera is a comedy set in London that tells the story of the problems gangster “Mack the Knife” runs into after marrying the Beggar King’s daughter Polly. The play clearly satirizes the capitalist society of London of the time – from Polly’s father the Beggar King to Mack’s relationship with the Chief of Police. I said that it was quite the opposite of an epic romance, because it was. Mack was a womanizer, and Polly was a stereotypically stupid girl, one that insulted any feminist tendencies I may have, to say the least. I can say, without a doubt, that Polly was my least favorite character because of this.

Though it was hard to follow (it was in German) and Polly annoyed me, I think I enjoyed the Threepenny Opera, especially since it had a deeper meaning underneath all of the silliness – something that I appreciate. Speaking as an English major, I love satire (Oscar Wilde and Mark Twain are two of my favorite writers) so that definitely played a part in my enjoyment of this piece. So if you’re into satire, socialism, or this type of music, I would recommend you go see it. (Tickets are $25 not 3 cents).


07
Oct 11

#OccupyWallStreet

If you’ve been paying any attention to the news, you’ve probably heard of Occupy Wall Street. If I still lived in Queens, I probably wouldn’t have given it a thought, much less be interested enough to actually go and see what it’s all about. Which is exactly what I did last Wednesday, with my friend Genevieve.

I don’t know what I expected to see at Wall Street. A crazy mass of screaming psychos with no clear intentions or goals to speak of? Maybe. What I got though, was definitely not that. When Genevieve and I finally found the location of the protest (we didn’t really have much idea where we were going, we just kind of walked around the Financial District until we found it), we were surprised by how calm it all was. Granted, we went when nothing much was really happening. But it definitely wasn’t the insanity we thought we would see. There were some tables set up with food, a bunch of people meditating, numerous signs laid out for everyone to see, sleeping bags set up for those staying over, etc. There was also a plate of money with a really socialist implication that I’m not entirely sure how I feel about that I put below.

Meditation

"If you need money, take some. If you have money, give some." Like I said, not really sure how I feel about this...

Genevieve and I just couldn’t resist taking millions of pictures. We both had the same reaction: we just couldn’t believe how cool it was, that all of these people were just stepping out of their lives to join together and protest against something that really matters. The part I liked the best was seeing all of the signs that people had made. Some were pretty fancy, and others were just made of cardboard and written in sharpie, but either way, they were really cool (even the ones that I didn’t agree with – and believe me, there were plenty of those).

"People before profits" "Join us! This is for you!"

"You've got my back against a wall" "There's a time to reap and a time to sow"

"Raise your voice"

One observation I made about the protesters is that they weren’t all young. I thought it would all be a bunch of people in their twenties, maybe some younger college kids too, and even though they were in the majority, there were adults older than that there, which shows that it is more than just the youth supporting this movement. Another observation: a lot of them were really nice and friendly, not at all antagonistic or aggressive. The man in the picture below, for example, was more than willing to pose for a picture.

"Revolution is inevitable. Why not now?"

In the end, the only real problem I had with the protest had nothing to do with the protesters themselves. It was the cops. Again, if you’ve been watching the news at all, you’ll know the horrible things that the police officers have been doing to these peaceful protesters, beating them to the ground, macing them in the face, etc. Everything was calm when Genevieve and I went, but the police were still present, and there were a lot of them. And towards the end, when some people started marching, they were walking alongside them, “just in case” I suppose, but just in case of what? All these people are doing is holding up signs and chanting, all so that they can make this country a better place. And though I understand that the police want to make sure that nothing gets out of hand, there is no reason for there to be THAT many police officers, nor should they be using the methods they do for supposed “crowd control.”

Just a few of the police officers getting ready for I'm not exactly sure what.

NYPD escorting the protesters down the streets as they march.

But enough about the NYPD. In the end I’m really glad that I went down to see what Occupy Wall Street was all about, and I think I may go again, especially since more and more people are showing up every week. What it means for this country I don’t know, but either way, it’s definitely something I want to keep track of and maybe even be a part of.

(Maybe not that last part…we’ll see!)


04
Oct 11

the cliche name of my blog isn’t cliche at all

Since this is my first post, I guess its going to be sort of an about me. My name is Caroline (which should be obvious from my url), and I go to Macaulay Honors at Hunter College. I am an English major and a French minor, and both of these things are a really big part of my life. I live in New York City (dorming at Hunter) and to be honest I think this is one of the best decisions I ever made.

This blog serves the purpose to talk about my life in New York City, specifically, in Manhattan. I grew up in Queens, so I’m not exactly unfamiliar with the city, but living in Manhattan is hugely different from living in Queens, and I think its great. I’m going to be talking a lot about the city, and the things I experience living and going to school here, both of which I’m super excited about.

As I said before, I am an English major. And this basically defines who I am. I love to read, so I talk about books a lot, and I am also a writer. I’ve written a book. It was never published. And never will be published, but that’s okay. People usually joke about English majors, how we’ll never have jobs, and all that. I get that a lot since many of the people I know from my dorms are Pre-Med. I actually have a plan, one that changes on a daily basis, but right now my plan is to become a professor. Because it would be the perfect thing for me. One of the things I love doing the most is talking about books. Imagine if that was my job, that’s what I had to do all day long, and then during my free time, I could write. So, yes I will have a job. And I will love my job. But thank you for your concern.

Now I should explain my minor. Everyone who knows me even just a little bit knows that I am obsessed with France. I have an intense desire to be fluent in French, and live in Paris after I get out of college. I don’t know how likely the last part will be, but no matter what happens, I will be fluent in France, and I will definitely be studying abroad there. And when I do, here is the place where I’ll talk about it.

But until then, I’ll talk about New York City, dorming, and everything in between. And hopefully, I will talk about books. Lots and lots of books.


confessions of an english major
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